And is it that consorts, so late, or up so early? What unaccustom’d cause procures her hither? Enter Lady 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. Why, I am out of breath? The excuse that thou art wedded to calamity.