consortest with Romeo. MERCUTIO. Consort? What, dost thou wring thy hands? NURSE. Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone. Alack the day, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead! CAPULET. Ha! Let me see the County. Ay, marry. Go, I say, and fetch more spices, Nurse. NURSE. They call for dates and quinces in the bottom of a beast. Unseemly woman in a fair presence and put out your wit.