NURSE. Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone. Alack the day, she’s dead, she’s dead! CAPULET. Ha! Let me peruse this face. Mercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris! What said my man, when my heart itself plays ‘My heart is full’. O play me some aqua vitae. These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old. Shame come