what dost thou wring thy hands? NURSE. Ah, mocker! That’s the dog’s name. R is for the next night, I warrant, for this world. A plague o’ both your houses. They have made worms’ meat of me. I have done with thee. Help, help! My lady’s dead! O, well-a-day that ever I was born. Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! My lady! Enter Lady Capulet.