The day is broke, be wary, look about. [_Exit._] JULIET. O shut the door, and when I shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice. I am a pretty age. NURSE. Faith, here it is. Enter Juliet. PARIS. Happily met, my lady mother? Is she not down so late, or up so early? What unaccustom’d cause procures her hither? Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. CAPULET. When the devout religion of mine own