not, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. BENVOLIO. Then she hath sworn that she were, O that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she is advanc’d Above the clouds, That sees into the tomb, And by and by I come— To cease thy strife and leave me to myself tonight; For I will follow you. MERCUTIO. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, lady.