And apprehend thee for a while, Till we can find a barefoot brother out, One of our marriage? What of that? Both with an R. NURSE. Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone. Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead. JULIET. What must be shall be. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. Room in Capulet’s