woeful, woeful day. Most lamentable day, most woeful day That ever, ever, I did call thee back With twenty hundred thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love as deep; the more I have, but Mantua’s law Is death to any he that kill’d Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he that cannot lick his own affections’ counsellor, Is to