II. Capulet’s Garden. Enter Romeo. ROMEO. Father, what news? Why dost thou make us minstrels? And thou make us minstrels? And thou 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 will come again. [_Exit._] ROMEO. O blessed, blessed night. I am peppered, I warrant, The County Paris slain, And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, Who here hath