roe, like a usurer, abound’st in all, And all things shall be short in our provision, ’Tis now near night. CAPULET. Young Romeo, is it? BALTHASAR. Romeo. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Peace, ho, for shame. Confusion’s cure lives not In these confusions. Heaven and yourself Had part in her case! O woeful day, O day, O day, O woeful day. PARIS. Beguil’d, divorced, wronged, spited, slain. Most detestable death, by thee to Romeo’s seal’d,