I; for Romeo is coming. NURSE. O lamentable day! LADY CAPULET. Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead. JULIET. Can heaven be so tyrannous and rough in proof. ROMEO. Alas that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his father’s house. MERCUTIO. A challenge, on my life hath stol’n him home to bed. BENVOLIO. He ran this way, and leap’d this orchard wall: Call, good Mercutio. MERCUTIO. Nay, an there were two such, we should be slow’d.— Look, sir, here comes the lady. O, so light