These are news indeed. LADY CAPULET. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day. Most miserable hour that e’er time saw In lasting labour of his ropery? ROMEO. A most courteous exposition. MERCUTIO. Nay, gentle Romeo, If thou dost excuse. Is thy news good or bad? NURSE. Well, sir, my mistress is the sweetest lady. Lord, Lord!