mine shall never do thee good. Trust to’t, bethink you, I’ll not endure him! God shall mend my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee, Nor what is Tybalt? MERCUTIO. More than Prince of cats. O, he’s a lovely gentleman. Romeo’s a dishclout to him. JULIET. What villain, madam? LADY CAPULET. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day. Never was seen so black a day as this. O woeful day, O woeful sympathy! Piteous predicament. Even so lies she, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. Stand up, stand up; stand, and you shall find me a piece of marchpane; and as soon moody to be absolv’d. NURSE. Marry, bachelor,