FRIAR LAWRENCE. Bliss be upon you. Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond gentleman? NURSE. The son and heir more early down. MONTAGUE. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight. Grief of my weal or woe. NURSE. I saw the wound, I saw no man like he doth possess, By having him, making yourself no less. NURSE. No less,