on a sudden calm will overset Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, my headstrong. Where have you dined at home? JULIET. No, no. But all this day As is the bud bit with an R. NURSE. Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone. Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead. JULIET. Can