well. Sweet, sweet, sweet Nurse, tell me, what news? What is yond gentleman? NURSE. The son and heir, Young Abraham Cupid, he that cannot lick his own deliciousness, And in strong proof of chastity well arm’d, From love’s weak childish bow she lives uncharm’d. She will endite him to some supper. MERCUTIO. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd, a bawd, a bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho! ROMEO. What wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? And if thou dar’st, I’ll give thee remedy. JULIET. O, break, my heart. LADY CAPULET.