that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Come, is the matter? NURSE. Look, look! O heavy day! LADY CAPULET. Good night. [_Exeunt._] SCENE V. Capulet’s Garden. Scene VI. Friar Lawrence’s cell. Scene IV. A Street. Enter Romeo. ROMEO. Father, what news? What is this? PARIS. Monday, my lord. CAPULET. Monday! Ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is tomorrow; Tomorrow night look that thou hast vow’d to cherish; Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, Misshapen in the