CAPULET: For shame, bring Juliet out. Her bridegroom is here!
NURSE: She's dead, deceased. She's dead! Curse the day!
LADY CAPULET: Curse the day! She's dead! She's dead!
CAPULET: No! Let me see her!
She's cold. Her blood has stopped, and her joints are stiff. Life left these lips long ago. Death lies on her like an early frost on the sweetest flower in the field.
NURSE: Oh, sad day!
LADY CAPULET: Oh woeful time!
CAPULET: Death makes me weep by taking her, and now it ties up my tongue so I cannot speak.
FRIAR LAWRENCE: Come, is the bride ready to go to church?