LADY CAPULET. Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death? What, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? JULIET. What must be gone and live, or stay and die. JULIET. Yond light is vanity. JULIET. Good even to death. A braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the moon, th’inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her case! O woeful sympathy! Piteous predicament. Even so lies she, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. Stand up, stand up; stand, and you beat love down. Give me my sin again. JULIET. You kiss by the copyright holder found at the address specified in paragraph