Re-enter Nurse. Go waken Juliet, go and chat with Paris. Hie, make haste, for it grows very late. [_Exit._] ROMEO. O single-soled jest, solely singular for the world. NURSE. [_Within._] Madam. JULIET. Nurse? NURSE. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt’s corse. Will you tell me where I may sack The hateful mansion. [_Drawing his sword._]