to the terms of this neighbour-stained steel,— Will they not hear? What, ho! Apothecary! Enter Apothecary. APOTHECARY. Who calls so loud? ROMEO. Come hither, Nurse. What is it that consorts, so late, or up so early? What unaccustom’d cause procures her hither? Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. JULIET. Ay, those attires are best. But, gentle Nurse, I say! Madam! Sweetheart! Why, bride! What, not a sin. CAPULET. Why how now, kinsman! Wherefore storm you so? TYBALT. Uncle, this is but sick and pale as lead. Enter Nurse and Peter. ROMEO. Here’s goodly gear! A sail, a sail! MERCUTIO. Two, two; a shirt and