Paris. Have I [thought] long to see this morning's face,
And doth it give me such a sight as this?
Lady Capulet. Accurst, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
In lasting [labour] of his pilgrimage!
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath [catch'd] it from my sight!
Nurse. [O woe!] O woful, woful, woful day!
Most lamentable day, most woful day,