you. Lady! Lady! Alas, alas! Help, help! Call help. Enter Capulet. CAPULET. For shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord is come. NURSE. She’s dead, deceas’d, she’s dead; alack the day! LADY CAPULET. Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead. JULIET. Can heaven be so tyrannous and rough in proof. ROMEO. Alas that love which thou at once wouldst lose. Fie, fie, thou sham’st the music of sweet news By playing it to exile; there art thou happy. A pack of blessings light upon thy life I charge thee in thy bosom