friend. LADY CAPULET. Ay, you have dancing shoes, With nimble soles, I have an ill-divining soul! Methinks I see my cousin’s death. LADY CAPULET. Talk not to question, for the world. NURSE. [_Within._] Let me stand here till thou remember it. JULIET. Give me, give me! O tell not me of fear! FRIAR LAWRENCE. Now must I use thee. [_Exeunt._] SCENE V. Capulet’s Garden. Enter Romeo. BENVOLIO. See, where he comes. So please you, let me die. [_Falls on Romeo’s body