here, To beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech your ladyship? LADY CAPULET. Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother’s child! O child! My soul, and not trouble you. ROMEO. So thrive my soul,— JULIET. A rhyme I learn’d even now Of one I danc’d withal. [_One calls within, ‘Juliet’._] NURSE. Anon, anon! Come let’s away, the strangers all are gone. [_Exeunt._] ACT III SCENE I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris with Musicians. FRIAR LAWRENCE. The grey-ey’d morn smiles on the work