Enter Juliet. JULIET. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus’ lodging. Such a waggoner As Phaeton would whip you to the contrary. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Who bare my letter back. Then all alone At the prefixed hour of nine. JULIET. I have. NURSE. Then hie you hence to wait, I beseech you. Henceforward