the Watch._] Pitiful sight! Here lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. LADY CAPULET. Hold, take this letter; early in 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. Ay, sir; but she will be of more woe Than