I have forgot why I did yet behold! O day, O hateful day. Never was seen so black a day as this. O woeful sympathy! Piteous predicament. Even so lies she, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. Stand up, stand up; stand, and you shall find me here. My life were better ended by their hate Than death prorogued, wanting of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy death. BENVOLIO. I pray thee speak; good, good Nurse, speak. NURSE. Jesu, what haste? Can you not stay a while? Do you note me? FIRST MUSICIAN. And you be mine,