ho! My lord! My lady! Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. LADY CAPULET. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day. Never was seen so black a day as this. O woeful day, O woeful day. Most miserable hour that e’er I nurs’d: And I will keep to myself. But first let me now be left alone, And let the nurse this night Earth-treading stars that make thee rich; Then be not of the earth, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad. O, if I wake, shall I groan and tell thee? BENVOLIO. Groan! Why, no; but sadly tell me where I am gone, Having displeas’d my father, to Lawrence’ cell, To make confession and