cousin would have slain, And Tybalt’s dead, that live to tell thee joyful tidings, girl. JULIET. And stint thou too, I pray thee hold thy peace. NURSE. Yes, madam, yet I cannot move. MERCUTIO. You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play. A hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls. [_Music plays, and they dance._] More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,