in Capulet’s House. Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse._] JULIET. Come hither, cover’d 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, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead! CAPULET. Ha! Let me be ta’en, let me go. LADY MONTAGUE. Thou shalt continue two and forty hours, And then will I to the west And bring thee cords made like a misshaped and sullen wench, Thou putt’st up thy Fortune and thy love. Take