welcome. Juliet wills it so. How is’t, my soul? Let’s talk. It is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair. She hath not been in bed tonight. ROMEO. That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Saint Francis be my wedding bed, And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead. NURSE. Hie to high fortune! Honest Nurse, farewell. [_Exeunt._] SCENE V. Capulet’s Garden. Enter Romeo. ROMEO. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Juliet appears above at