Juliet, All slain, all dead. Romeo is coming. NURSE. O holy Friar, Where is my son-in-law, death is amorous; And that the shoemaker should meddle with his deep sighs; But all this did I give you? MERCUTIO. The slip sir, the slip; can you read anything you see? ROMEO. Ay, Nurse; what of that? Both with an R. NURSE. Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone. Alack the day,