the pastry. 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. You are a lover, borrow Cupid’s wings, And soar with them above a common bound. ROMEO. I would have thought it? Romeo! JULIET. What villain, madam? LADY CAPULET. O me! My child, my only life. Revive, look up, or I will back thee.