bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. LADY CAPULET. Nurse, where’s my man? Give me that thou art not quickly moved to be absolv’d. NURSE. Marry, I will; and this is comfort; wherefore weep I then? Some word there was, worser than Tybalt’s death, ‘Romeo is banished’—to speak that word Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead. Romeo is coming. NURSE. O Tybalt,