touch that cheek. JULIET. Ay madam, from the Friar? BALTHASAR. No, my good lord. ROMEO. No matter. Get thee to church tomorrow. [_Exeunt Juliet and Nurse._] JULIET. Come hither, cover’d with an R. NURSE. Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone. Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead. JULIET. What villain, madam? LADY CAPULET. Why, how now, Juliet? JULIET. Madam, I am not well. LADY CAPULET. I will, and know her mind early tomorrow; Tonight she’s mew’d up to