Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death?

Lady Capulet
Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death?
What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live.
Therefore have done. Some grief shows much of love,
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
Juliet
Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.

Some grief shows much of love,
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

Lady Capulet
So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
Which you weep for.
Juliet
Feeling so the loss,
I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
Lady Capulet
Well, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death
As that the villain lives which slaughtered him.
Juliet
What villain, madam?
Lady Capulet
That same villain, Romeo.
Juliet, aside
Villain and he be many miles asunder.—
God pardon him. I do with all my heart,
And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
Lady Capulet
That is because the traitor murderer lives.
Juliet
Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands.
Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death!
Lady Capulet
We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not.
Then weep no more. I’ll send to one in Mantua,
Where that same banished runagate doth live,
Shall give him such an unaccustomed dram
That he shall soon keep Tybalt company.
And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
Juliet
Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
With Romeo till I behold him—dead—
Is my poor heart, so for a kinsman vexed.
Madam, if you could find out but a man
To bear a poison, I would temper it,
That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors
To hear him named and cannot come to him
To wreak the love I bore my cousin
Upon his body that hath slaughtered him.
Lady Capulet
Find thou the means, and I’ll find such a man.