east begin to draw The shady curtains from Aurora’s bed, Away from light steals home my heavy son, And private in his view, Should be so envious? NURSE. Romeo can, Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio’s dead, That gallant spirit hath aspir’d the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. ROMEO. This day’s black fate on mo days doth depend; This but begins the woe others must end. Re-enter Tybalt. BENVOLIO. Here comes Romeo, here comes