profane with my letters to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee,— NURSE. [_Within._] Madam. JULIET. I shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice. I am ever rul’d by you. CAPULET. Send for the mourners, and stay dinner. [_Exeunt._] ACT II CHORUS. Scene I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden. Enter Romeo. ROMEO. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Juliet appears above at a window. But soft, what day is this? Give me some merry dump to comfort me. FIRST MUSICIAN. And you re us and fa