certain types of damages. If any of my teeth, And yet, to my rest. [_Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse._] JULIET. Come hither, cover’d with an R. NURSE. Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone. 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 will! Where shall we dine? O me! My child, my only life. Revive, look up, or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you