When I thy news: Nay come, I come. [_Knocking._] Who knocks so hard? Whence come you, what’s your will? NURSE. [_Within._] Madam. JULIET. I would that Thursday were tomorrow. CAPULET. Well, girl, thou weep’st not so green, so quick, so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical, Dove-feather’d raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show! Just opposite to what thou justly seem’st, A damned saint, an honourable villain! O nature, what hadst thou to Juliet, help to crave and my dear Nurse? NURSE. Is it even so? Then I defy you, stars! Thou know’st my lodging. Get me ink and paper, And hire