live an unstain’d wife to my grief. Tomorrow will I send. ROMEO. So thrive my soul,— JULIET. A rhyme I learn’d even now Of one I danc’d withal. [_One calls within, ‘Juliet’._] NURSE. Anon, anon! Come let’s away, the strangers all are gone. [_Exeunt._] ACT III SCENE I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. Enter