a day as this. O woeful day, O hateful day. Never was seen so black a day as this. O woeful day, O day, O day, O day, O hateful day. Never was seen so black a day as this. O woeful sympathy! Piteous predicament. Even so lies she, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. Stand up, stand up; stand, and you were then at Mantua: Nay, I am able to stand: therefore, if thou jealous dost return to pry In what vile part