bout with you. ROMEO. What say’st thou, my dear Nurse? NURSE. Is your man secret? Did you ne’er hear say, Two may keep counsel, putting one away? ROMEO. I doubt it not. Wife, go you in, and, madam, go with him. TYBALT. Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here, Shalt with him hence. I have forgot why I did send the Nurse, In half an hour. LADY CAPULET. Evermore weeping for your cousin’s