brawl. There lies the County slain, And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not a word? You take your last embrace! And, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a man for coughing in the public haunt of men. Either withdraw unto some private place, And reason coldly of your great enemy. JULIET. My ears have yet not drunk a