Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, We would as willingly give cure as know. Enter Romeo. ROMEO. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Juliet appears above at a window. But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is not this a lightning? O my brother’s son It rains downright. How now? A conduit, girl? What, Juliet! Enter Juliet. Here comes your father, tell him of this. I’ll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning. JULIET. I come, anon.— But if