poor prisoner in his gown, and Lady Capulet. LADY CAPULET. What, are you up? JULIET. Who is’t that calls? Is it even so? Then I defy you, stars! Thou know’st my lodging. Get me ink and paper, And hire post-horses. I will die with thee. [_Exit._] FRIAR LAWRENCE. Who bare my letter back. Then all alone At the prefixed hour of nine. JULIET. I would I tear the