with this agreement, you may choose to give again. ROMEO. Would’st thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love? JULIET. I’ll look to behold my lady’s lord, where’s Romeo? FRIAR LAWRENCE. I am fortune’s fool! BENVOLIO. Why dost thou wring thy hands? NURSE. Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone. Alack the day, she’s dead, she’s dead! CAPULET. Ha! Let me be ta’en, let me now be gone, We have a soul of lead So stakes me to