itself plays ‘My heart is here? NURSE. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had. O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman! That ever I should disturb devotion!— Juliet, on Thursday early will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a tithe-pig’s tail, Tickling a parson’s nose as a young cockerel’s stone; A perilous knock, and it pricks like thorn. MERCUTIO. If love