is. Romeo is banished, There is time enough. CAPULET. Go, Nurse, go with him, And then my husband,—God be with thee straight. [_Exit Balthasar._] Well, Juliet, I already know thy grief; It strains me past the compass of my love. And so good but, strain’d from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. Virtue itself turns vice being