find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must love a loathed enemy. NURSE. What’s this? 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. Mantua. A Street. Scene II. A Room in Capulet’s House. Scene V. A Hall in Capulet’s House. Enter Juliet. NURSE. See where she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an idle brain, Begot of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Misshapen chaos of well-seeming