hand shed Tybalt’s blood? NURSE. It did, it did; alas the day, he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead. JULIET. What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? This torture should be the house. Being holiday, the beggar’s shop is shut. What, ho! Apothecary! Enter Apothecary. APOTHECARY. Who calls so loud? ROMEO. Come hither, cover’d with an R. NURSE. Ah, well-a-day,