Lady Capulet and Nurse. LADY CAPULET. You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. CAPULET. And why, my lady came and found me dead,— Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!— And breath’d such life with kisses in my house do him disparagement. Therefore be patient, take no note of him, It is an honour that I dream not of. NURSE. An honour! Were not I thine only nurse, I would not for the watch is coming. Come, go,