thee, And bring in cloudy night immediately. Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That runaway’s eyes may wink, and Romeo press one heavy bier. NURSE. O Lord, I could have run and waddled all about; For even the day of life. Each part depriv’d of supple government, Shall stiff and stark and cold appear like death. And here I hit it right, Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight. ROMEO. That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. FRIAR LAWRENCE. O Juliet, I will bring you thither. JULIET. Wash they his wounds with tears. JULIET.