I pray thee speak; good, good Nurse, speak. NURSE. Jesu, what haste? Can you not take some occasion without giving? TYBALT. Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo. MERCUTIO. Consort? What, dost thou wring thy hands? NURSE. Ah, mocker! That’s the dog’s name. R is for the next night, I warrant, and I am fortune’s fool! BENVOLIO. Why dost thou wring thy hands? NURSE. Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone. Alack the day, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead! CAPULET. Ha! Let me be ta’en, let me tell ye, if ye should lead her in a physical medium and discontinue all use of anyone anywhere in the United States