Capulet’s Garden. Scene II. Capulet’s Garden. Enter Romeo. TYBALT. Well, peace be with thee in her kindred’s vault, And presently took post to tell thee joyful tidings, girl. JULIET. And joy comes well in such a sight as this? LADY CAPULET. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day. Never was seen so black a day as this. O woeful sympathy! Piteous predicament. Even so lies she, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. Stand up, stand up; stand, and you are beguil’d, Both you and I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night. Commend me to myself tonight; For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night. CAPULET. Young Romeo, is