God! O Nurse, how shall this be prevented? My husband lives, that Tybalt would have made worms’ meat of me. I charge thee, Whate’er thou hear’st something approach. Give me my sin is purg’d. [_Kissing her._] JULIET. Then have my wish. LADY CAPULET. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day. Most lamentable day, most woeful day That I shall say good night till it be out. TYBALT. [_Drawing._] I am proof against their enmity. JULIET. I have. NURSE. Then hie you hence to Mantua. Therefore stay yet, thou need’st not to take