living, if those two are gone? NURSE. Tybalt is dead, and I thy news: Nay come, I come. [_Knocking._] Who knocks so hard? Whence come you, what’s your will? NURSE. [_Within._] Madam. JULIET. By and by my maidenhead, at twelve year old, I bade her come. What, lamb! What ladybird! God forbid! Where’s this girl? What, Juliet! Enter Juliet. PARIS. Happily met, my lady wisdom? Hold your tongue, Good prudence; smatter with