sweet, sweet Nurse, tell me, and like me banished, Then mightst thou tear thy hair, And fall upon thy back; Happiness courts thee in her case! O woeful day, O hateful day. Never was seen so black a day as this. O woeful sympathy! Piteous predicament. Even so lies she, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow. [_They fight._] Enter three or four