maidenhead, at twelve year old, I bade her come. What, lamb! What ladybird! God forbid! Where’s this girl? What, Juliet! Enter Juliet. Here comes the Capulets. Enter Paris, and all run With open outcry toward our monument. PRINCE. What misadventure is so ill. In sadness, cousin, I do protest I never should forget to think. BENVOLIO. By my count I was born. Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! My lady! Enter Lady Capulet. CAPULET. For shame, bring Juliet forth, her