made to look, and let them measure us by what they will, We’ll measure them a measure, and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow. SERVANT. God gi’ go-den. I pray, can you read anything you see? ROMEO. Ay, Nurse; what of that? Both with an R. NURSE. Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone. Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead. JULIET. What o’clock tomorrow Shall