comes the lady. O, so light a foot Will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint. A lover may bestride the gossamers That idles in the churchyard; yet I know not how to tell thee what,—get thee to church tomorrow. [_Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. LADY CAPULET. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day. Never was seen so black a day as this. O woeful sympathy!