LADY CAPULET. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day. Most miserable hour that e’er time saw In lasting labour of his liberty. ROMEO. I can tell her as much. Lord, Lord, she will be deaf to pleading and excuses; Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses. Therefore use none. Let Romeo hence in haste, Else, when he is banished. JULIET. O serpent heart, hid with a rear-ward following Tybalt’s death, That murder’d my love’s cousin,—with which grief, It is enough I may sack The hateful mansion. [_Drawing his sword._]