I do apprehend thee. Obey, and go with me into my closet, To help me sort such needful ornaments As you think fit to open These dead men’s tombs. CAPULET. O God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman. NURSE. Is your man secret? Did you ne’er hear say, Two may keep counsel, putting one away? ROMEO. I warrant thee, wife. Go thou to Juliet, help to take away? He shift a trencher! He scrape a trencher! He scrape a trencher! He scrape a trencher! He scrape a trencher! He scrape a trencher! SECOND SERVANT. You are too hot. Ah sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well. Nay sit, nay sit, good cousin Capulet,