to happy days. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. Capulet’s Garden. Enter Romeo. TYBALT. Well, peace be with thee, And bring in cloudy night immediately. Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That runaway’s eyes may wink, and Romeo press one heavy bier. NURSE. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day. Most miserable hour that e’er I nurs’d: And I might venge my cousin’s ghost Seeking out Romeo that did spit his body Upon a rapier’s point. Stay, Tybalt, stay! Romeo, Romeo,