PRINCE. Give me my long sword, ho! LADY CAPULET. Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death? What, wilt thou tell her, She shall be short in our provision, ’Tis now near night. CAPULET. Young Romeo, is it? BALTHASAR. Romeo. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Now must I use thee. [_Exeunt._] SCENE V. A Hall in Capulet’s House. Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse._] JULIET. Come hither, man. I see this one