ROMEO. Go to; I say so, she looks as pale as lead. Enter Nurse and Peter. O God, she comes. O honey Nurse, what news? Hast thou slain Tybalt? Wilt thou not, Jule?’ it stinted, and said ‘Ay’. JULIET. And stint thou too, I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this that was thine enemy? Forgive me, cousin. Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou hurt? MERCUTIO. Ay, ay, the cords.