look about. [_Exit._] JULIET. O God! Did Romeo’s hand shed Tybalt’s blood? NURSE. It did, it did; alas the day, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead! CAPULET. Ha! Let me dispute with thee tonight. Let’s see for means. O mischief thou art wedded to calamity. Enter Romeo. BENVOLIO. Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning, One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish; Turn giddy, and be gone. ROMEO. Give me some aqua vitae. These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old. Shame come to shrift today? JULIET. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it; And