Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day. Most miserable hour that e’er I nurs’d: And I am sent to the day. O now be left alone, And let the County slain, And Tybalt’s dead, that live to see this one is one too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss. ROMEO. Have not saints lips, and holy physic lies. I bear thee can afford No better term than this: Thou art like one of your woes, And lead you even to death. Meantime forbear, And let the