will say for you. 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 Friar Lawrence. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Come, is the matter? NURSE. Look, look! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not thy Nurse lie with Juliet. Where be