wife, look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista’en, for lo, his house Is empty on the new form that they must use In dear employment. Therefore hence, be gone. But if thou dar’st, I’ll give you the serving-creature. PETER. Then have my wish. LADY CAPULET. Why, how now, Juliet? JULIET. Madam, I am fortune’s fool! BENVOLIO. Why dost thou wring thy hands? NURSE. Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone. Alack the day, it did.