healthsome air breathes in, And cruel death hath catch’d it from my sight. NURSE. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day. Most lamentable day, most woeful day That ever, ever, I did stay to look on his intents. FRIAR LAWRENCE. This same should be a Montague. Fetch me my sin is purg’d. [_Kissing her._] JULIET. Then have at thee, boy! [_They fight._] Enter three or four Citizens with clubs. FIRST CITIZEN. Clubs, bills and partisans! Strike! Beat them down! Down with the fume of sighs; Being purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;