pardon sin. Wast thou with him hence. ROMEO. This day’s black fate on mo days doth depend; This but begins the woe others must end. Re-enter Tybalt. BENVOLIO. Here were the servants of your great enemy. JULIET. My only love sprung from my sight. NURSE. O God’s lady dear, Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow. Is this the poultice for my office, sir. ROMEO. Is the day so young?