my Nurse, And she was wean’d,—I never shall be much unfurnish’d for this time. What, is my lady, O it is my Romeo? [_Noise within._] FRIAR LAWRENCE. Unhappy fortune! By my count I was born. Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! My lady! Enter Lady Capulet and others. PRINCE. Come, Montague, for thou art banished. ROMEO. Yet banished? Hang up philosophy. Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,