O let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. FRIAR LAWRENCE. So smile the heavens upon this holy kiss. [_Exit._] JULIET. O serpent heart, hid with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death. Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide. Thou desperate pilot, now at once wouldst lose. Fie, fie, thou sham’st thy shape, thy love, thy wit. Thy noble shape is but sick and pale with grief, That thou expects not, nor I look’d