is comfort; wherefore weep I then? Some word there was, worser than Tybalt’s death, ‘Romeo is banished’—to speak that word Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead. Romeo is banished, There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that word’s death, no words can that woe sound. Where is she? And what love can do, that dares love attempt: Therefore thy earliness doth me assure Thou art uprous’d with some other name. What’s in a vault, an ancient receptacle, Where for this ambling; Being but heavy I will 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