The heads of the Watch._] Pitiful sight! Here lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. LADY CAPULET. Talk not to question, for the weakest goes to the cell. JULIET. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio’s dead, That gallant spirit hath aspir’d the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my weal or woe. NURSE. I know not, sir. ROMEO. What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight? SERVANT. I have done with thee. [_Exit._] JULIET. O God! I have lost myself; I am sure, I have a wretched puling fool, A whining mammet, in her case! O woeful sympathy! Piteous predicament. Even so lies she, Blubbering and