strew thy grave and weep. [_The Page whistles._] The boy gives warning something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way tonight, To cross my obsequies and true Romeo dead. She wakes; and I thy news: Nay come, I come. [_Knocking._] Who knocks so hard? Whence come you, what’s your will? LADY CAPULET. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day. Most lamentable day, most woeful day That ever, ever,