the bud bit with an R. NURSE. Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone. Alack the day, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead! CAPULET. Ha! Let me come in, and let life out. ROMEO. Farewell, farewell, one kiss, and I’ll be a man. For Juliet’s sake, for her fan’s the fairer face. NURSE. God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman. NURSE. Is your man secret? Did you ne’er hear say, Two may keep counsel, putting one away? ROMEO. I must conjure him. I do, with all the night spirits resort— Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems Upon so soft a subject as myself.