A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse,
Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,
All in [gore-blood]; I swounded at the sight.
Juliet. O, break, my heart! poor [bankrupt], break at once!
To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty!
Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here,
And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!
Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!
That ever I should live to see thee dead!