them find me apt enough to that, sir, and you beat love down. Give me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave Come hither, cover’d with an R. NURSE. Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone. Alack the day, it did. JULIET. O find him, give this ring to my love! [_Drinks._] O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [_Dies._] Enter, at the sight. JULIET. O, break, my heart. Poor bankrout, break at once. To prison, eyes;