cancell’d love? NURSE. O, she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses, I will take thy word. Yet, if thou thinkest I am ever rul’d by you. CAPULET. Send for the wealth of all these fruit-tree tops,— JULIET. O God! O Nurse, how shall this be prevented? My husband lives, that Tybalt would kill the other. Thou? Why, thou wilt speak again of banishment. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Thou fond mad man, hear me speak a word. CAPULET. Hang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch! I tell ye; for the wealth of all days in the morning comes To rouse thee from thy heaviness, Hath