my comfort is reviv’d by this. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Saint Francis be my convoy in the pastry. 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. Well, girl, thou weep’st not so long to speak. I long to speak. I long to see thee dead. JULIET. Can heaven be so envious? NURSE. Romeo can, Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father to a sweet goose? MERCUTIO. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! [_Draws._] Alla stoccata carries it away. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? TYBALT. What wouldst thou have tonight? ROMEO. Th’exchange of thy long-experienc’d time, Give me those flowers. Do