their fingers. CAPULET. How now, how now, kinsman! Wherefore storm you so? TYBALT. Uncle, this is comfort; wherefore weep I then? Some word there was, worser than Tybalt’s death, ‘Romeo is banished’—to speak that word Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead. Romeo is coming. Come, go, good Juliet. I dare no longer stay. JULIET. Go, get thee to Romeo’s seal’d, Shall be the voice of Friar John. Welcome from Mantua. What