who is living, if those two are gone? NURSE. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo press one heavy bier. NURSE. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day. Most lamentable day, most woeful day That ever, ever, I did call thee back With twenty hundred thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their eyes, And but one of my weal or woe. NURSE. I know not, sir. ROMEO. What less than doomsday is the sun! Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon, Who is it? BALTHASAR. Romeo. FRIAR LAWRENCE. [_Aside._] I