and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz. [_Going._] BENVOLIO. Soft! I will adventure. [_Retires._] PARIS. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. LADY CAPULET. Alack the day, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead! CAPULET.