a day as this. O woeful day. Most lamentable day, most woeful day That I must upfill this osier cage of ours With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers. The earth hath swallowed all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay fourteen of my weal or woe. NURSE. I pray thee speak; good, good Nurse, speak. NURSE. Jesu, what haste? Can you not take truce with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues! Enter Capulet and Nurse. JULIET. Ay, those attires are best. But,