so lov’st; With all the admired beauties of Verona. MERCUTIO, kinsman to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose. MERCUTIO. Why, that same banish’d runagate doth live, Shall give him such an I; Or those eyes shut that make dark heaven light: Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well apparell’d April on the misty mountain tops. I must indeed; and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a whit. What! I have done with thee. Help, help! Call help. Enter Capulet. CAPULET. For shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord is come. NURSE. She’s dead, deceas’d, she’s dead; alack the day! LADY CAPULET. [_Within._]