Enter Juliet from house.
Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! I forgot to say—
Why, he is gone—oh! for the trumpet’s bray,
The watchman’s rattle, or the fire-alarm,
To lure him back—
Enter Mercutio, L. (wrapped in a domino), eating a sandwich.
Mer. It’s really getting warm.
How tender sweet taste sandwiched tongues by night
To hungry stomachs!—now I feel all right.
Jul. Romeo—