BENVOLIO. By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties. ROMEO. ’Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here Where Juliet lives, and every tongue that speaks But Romeo’s name speaks heavenly eloquence. Enter Nurse, with cords. Now, Nurse, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands? NURSE. Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone. Alack the day, it did. JULIET. O shut the door, and when I do,