FRIAR LAWRENCE: Welcome then.
NURSE: Oh, holy Friar, oh tell me, holy Friar, where is my lady's husband? Where's Romeo?
FRIAR LAWRENCE: There on the ground, drunk on his own tears.
NURSE: Oh, he's in the same condition as my mistress, just like her! Oh painful sympathy! She lies on the ground just as he does, blubbering and weeping. Stand up. Stand up, if you are a man! For Juliet's sake, rise and stand. Why should you fall into so deep a moan?
NURSE: Ah sir, ah sir. Death is everyone's end.
ROMEO: Were you speaking of Juliet?
How is she? Does she think me a seasoned murderer, now that I have stained our newfound joy by killing her kinsman? Where is she?
What does my secret wife say of our failed love?