She goeth downe from the window.
Enter Iuliets Mother, Nurse.
Moth: Where are you Daughter?
Nur: What Ladie, Lambe, what Iuliet?
Iul: How now, who calls?
Nur: It is your Mother. 60
Moth: Why how now Juliet?
Iul: Madam, I am not well.
Moth: What euermore weeping for your Cosens death:
I thinke thoult wash him from his graue with teares.
Iul: I cannot chuse, hauing so great a losse. 65