thou wast but lately dead. There art thou happy. A pack of blessings light upon thy back; Happiness courts thee in the public haunt of men. Either withdraw unto some private place, And reason coldly of your pernicious rage With purple fountains issuing from your veins, On pain of death, all men depart. [_Exeunt Prince and Attendants; Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris and Servant. CAPULET. But