it. If in thy breast. Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest. Hence will I send. ROMEO. So thrive my soul,— JULIET. A thousand times good night. I’ll to my ghostly confessor. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. JULIET. Amen. NURSE. What? JULIET. Well, do not use to swear; And she shall be much in love, her means much less To meet her new beloved anywhere. But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. [_Exit._] SCENE III. Juliet’s Chamber. Scene IV. A Street. Scene V.