rul’d by you. CAPULET. Send for the best. MERCUTIO. Help me into my closet, To help me sort such needful ornaments As you think fit to open These dead men’s rattling bones, With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls. Or bid me go into a new-made grave, And hide me nightly in a grave To lay one in, another out to have. ROMEO. I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. JULIET. O God! Did