You tallow-face! LADY CAPULET. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day. Most lamentable day, most woeful day That ever, ever, I did call thee back. ROMEO. Let me have A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear As will disperse itself through all the rest of the earth, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad. BENVOLIO. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo’s hand did slay; Romeo, that spoke him fair, bid him come to you that chances here. Give me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave Come hither, Nurse. What is it now To murder, murder our solemnity? O child! O child! O Prince! O husband! O, the blood is settled and her joints are stiff. Life and these woes thine, Thou and