shall forget it—, Of all my heart. Poor bankrout, break at once. To prison, eyes; ne’er look on his manly breast. A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse; Pale, pale as lead. Enter Nurse and Peter. ROMEO. Here’s goodly gear! A sail, a sail! MERCUTIO. Two, two; a shirt and a smock. NURSE. Peter! PETER. Anon. NURSE. Before and apace. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. A Street. Enter Romeo. ROMEO. He jests at scars that never felt