'Sixty-fower, sixty-fower, sixty-fow The kitchen door opens, and Juliet emerges. She eyes Romeo without any great show of affection. 'Are you Perkins and Blissett? she inquires coldly. Romeo admits it. 'Two of them yesterday's eggs was bad. Romeo protests. He defends his eggs. They were fresh from the hen; he stood over her while she laid them. Juliet listens frigidly.