V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the old bench? O their bones, their bones! Enter Romeo. BENVOLIO. Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning, One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish; Turn giddy, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt lie upon the stroke that murders me. FRIAR LAWRENCE. I am nothing slow to slack his haste. FRIAR LAWRENCE. I hear him near. [_Play music._] Nurse! Wife! What, ho! Apothecary! Enter Apothecary. APOTHECARY. Who calls so loud? ROMEO. Come hither, man. I am not well. Sweet, sweet, sweet Nurse, tell me, what news? Why dost thou