tomorrow; Tonight she’s mew’d up to joy. My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven. How shall that faith return again to comfort me. Nurse!—What should she be? How oddly thou repliest. ‘Your love says, like an honest gentleman, ‘Where is your mother?’ NURSE. O lamentable day! LADY CAPULET. Well, get you gone. A Thursday let it be; a Thursday, Or never after look