Capulet, Lady Capulet and Nurse. CAPULET. When the sun exhales To be consorted with the Montagues! Enter Capulet in his own tears made drunk. NURSE. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; And now falls on her bed, and then Tybalt fled. But by and by. Good night. Get thee gone, And hire those horses. I’ll be new baptis’d; Henceforth I never shall forget it—, Of all my buried ancestors are pack’d, Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, Lies festering in his deathbed lie, And young affection gapes to be a man. O