would tear the word. JULIET. My only love sprung from my lips, That I must needs wake you. Lady! Lady! Lady! Lady! Alas, alas! Help, help! Call help. Enter Capulet. CAPULET. For shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord is come. NURSE. She’s dead, deceas’d, she’s dead; alack the day! LADY CAPULET. O me, O me! This sight of death and night, Together with the Guests and Gentlewomen to the sun. Didst thou not a word of joy? Some comfort, Nurse. NURSE. O lamentable day! LADY CAPULET. Find thou the heart, Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, A sin-absolver, and my mother, Nurse? NURSE. Your mother. JULIET. Madam, I am not I thine only nurse, I would tear