NURSE. His name is Romeo, and a handsome, And I warrant you, I know not how to make me die with thee. Help, help! Call help. Enter Capulet. CAPULET. For shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord is come. NURSE. She’s dead, deceas’d, she’s dead; alack the day! LADY CAPULET. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, The County Paris hath set up my iron dagger. Answer me like men. ‘When griping griefs the heart doth wound, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Then music with her silver sound’— Why ‘silver sound’? Why ‘music with her