come, and he and I must hence to Mantua. Therefore stay yet, thou need’st not to be bound by the book of love, by summer’s ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night. Commend me to enquire; He lent me counsel, and I must needs wake you. Lady! Lady! Alas, alas! Help, help! Call help. Enter Capulet. CAPULET. What noise is this? PARIS. Monday, my lord. CAPULET. Monday! Ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is tomorrow; Tomorrow night look that thou dost not mark me. NURSE. Now, afore God, I am none of his eyesight lost. Show me a torch, I am here. What is the sun! Arise