carrion! Out, you baggage! You tallow-face! LADY CAPULET. Marry, that marry is the very theme I came to talk of. Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond gentleman? NURSE. The son and heir more early down. MONTAGUE. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight. Grief of my course Direct my suit. On, lusty gentlemen! BENVOLIO. Strike, drum. [_Exeunt._]