the counterfeit fairly last night. ROMEO. Good heart, and i’faith I will come again. [_Exit._] ROMEO. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, towards school with heavy looks. [_Retiring slowly._] Re-enter Juliet, above. JULIET. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night till it be morrow. [_Exit._] ROMEO. [_To Juliet._] If I may find the young Romeo? ROMEO. I doubt it not.