Lady! Alas, alas! Help, help! Call help. Enter Capulet. CAPULET. For shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord is come. NURSE. She’s dead, deceas’d, she’s dead; alack the day! LADY CAPULET. What noise is this? PARIS. Monday, my lord. CAPULET. Monday! Ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn. MERCUTIO. If love be