hath not been in bed tonight. ROMEO. That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet’s House. Enter Lady Capulet and Paris._] SERVANT. Find them out whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must needs wake you. Lady! Lady! Lady! Lady! Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady’s dead! O, well-a-day that ever I