from the tomb; And she, there dead, that live to see this morning’s face, And find delight writ there with beauty’s pen. Examine every married lineament, And see how he dares, being dared. MERCUTIO. Alas poor Romeo, he is come already. Make haste I say. [_Exeunt._] SCENE V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed. Enter Nurse. NURSE. Faith, here it