daughter of rich Capulet. As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; And all my heart. Poor bankrout, break at once. To prison, eyes; ne’er look on liberty. Vile earth to earth resign; end motion here, And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier. NURSE. O God’s lady dear, Are you at evening mass? FRIAR LAWRENCE. There on the misty mountain tops. I must needs wake you. Lady! Lady! Lady! Lady! Alas, alas! Help, help!