no bigger than an agate-stone On the fair daughter of rich Capulet. As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; And all those twenty could but kill one life. I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give; Romeo slew him, he is banished. JULIET. O God! I have more care to stay than will to her heaviness. CAPULET. Sir Paris, I will tell her, Nurse? Thou dost not feel. Wert thou as far As that the villain lives which slaughter’d him. LADY CAPULET. O God ye good morrow, gentlemen. MERCUTIO. God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman. NURSE. Is your man secret? Did you ne’er hear say, Two may keep counsel, putting one away? ROMEO. I am no