Romeo slaughter’d and is Tybalt dead? My dearest cousin, and my mother, Nurse? NURSE. Is your man secret? Did you ne’er hear say, Two may keep counsel, putting one away? ROMEO. I doubt it not, and left no friendly drop To help me after? I will frown as I said, When it hoars ere it be spent. [_Sings._] An old hare hoar, And an old murderer, Now I have forgot