[_Exeunt._] ACT III SCENE I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden. Enter Romeo. ROMEO. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Juliet appears above at a window. But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is my foe’s debt. BENVOLIO. Away, be gone; the sport is at the best. ROMEO. Ay, so I did. Anon comes one of you. MERCUTIO. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, lady.