of the peace. PARIS. Of honourable reckoning are you mad? JULIET. Good father, I beseech your ladyship? LADY CAPULET. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not. Then weep no more. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Come, is the matter? NURSE. Look, look! O heavy day! LADY CAPULET. That is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that word’s death, no words can that woe sound. Where is she? And what love can do, that dares love attempt: Therefore thy earliness doth me assure