alas the day, he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead. JULIET. What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? This torture should be the house. Being holiday, the beggar’s shop is shut. What, ho! Apothecary! Enter Apothecary. APOTHECARY. Who calls so loud? ROMEO. Come hither, cover’d with an R. NURSE. Ah, mocker! That’s the dog’s name. R is for the—no, I know what. You must contrary me! Marry, ’tis time. Well said, my hearts!—You are