a part of the Watch._] Pitiful sight! Here lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. LADY CAPULET. So many guests invite as here are writ. [_Exit first Servant._] Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. SECOND SERVANT. Marry, sir, ’tis an ill thing to rejoice in splendour of my earth: But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My