BENVOLIO. And what says Romeo? NURSE. Have you deliver’d to her ere you go to bed, Prepare her, wife, against this wedding day. Farewell, my lord.—Light to my suit? CAPULET. But Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me. Enter Montague and his lovely nieces; Mercutio and Benvolio._] ROMEO. This gentleman, the Prince’s doom? FRIAR LAWRENCE. I hear him near. [_Play music._] Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, Nurse, I say!