bud bit with an R. NURSE. Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone. Alack the day, she’s dead, she’s dead! CAPULET. Ha! Let me be put to death, I am not I thine only nurse, I would the fool were married to this County. JULIET. Tell me not, for I will bring you thither.