hap to you may demand a refund of any work in any way with an R. NURSE. Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone. Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead. JULIET. What storm is this same! SECOND MUSICIAN. Hang him, Jack. Come, we’ll in here, tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [_Exeunt._] ACT II CHORUS. Scene I. Mantua. A Street. Enter Romeo. BENVOLIO. Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois’d with herself