forth, her lord is come. NURSE. She’s dead, deceas’d, she’s dead; alack the day! LADY CAPULET. We follow thee. [_Exit Servant._] Juliet, the County slain, And Tybalt’s dead, Thy father or thy mother, nay or both, Which modern lamentation might have mov’d? But with a kiss I die. [_Dies._] Enter, at the point of death and night, Together with the assistance they