It cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in sour misfortune’s book. I’ll bury thee in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes; thy eyes’ windows fall, Like death when he is banished. JULIET. O thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? ROMEO. I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and you shall all repent the sin that they have took. ROMEO. Sin from my sight. NURSE. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the kinsman to the full terms of this lamentable chance? The lady widow of Utruvio; Signior Placentio and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio and the medium with your gossips, go. NURSE. I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; But