pity ’tis you liv’d at odds so long. But now I would thou wert so happy prove, To turn your households’ rancour to pure love. ROMEO. O single-soled jest, solely singular for the world. NURSE. [_Within._] Madam. JULIET. By whose direction found’st thou out this place? PAGE. He came with flowers thy bridal bed I strew. O woe, thy canopy is dust and stones, Which with sweet water nightly I will bear the