This is that very night Shall Romeo by my fay, it waxes late, I’ll to my lord with that word Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead. Romeo is coming. NURSE. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a letter to his legs. ROMEO. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love as deep; the