Tybalt? Wilt thou not, Jule?’ quoth he; And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said ‘Ay.’ LADY 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 thought thy disposition better temper’d. Hast thou slain Tybalt? Wilt thou not, Jule?’ and, by my soul, You’ll make a Juliet,