Romeo. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come.

Juliet. O God, I have an ill-divining soul! Methinks I see thee, now thou art below, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb; Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.

Romeo. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you; Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!

Juliet. O Fortune, Fortune! all men call thee fickle; If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, Fortune; For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, But send him back.

Lady Capulet. [Within] Ho, daughter! are you up?

Juliet. Who is 't that calls? is it my lady mother? Is she not down so late, or up so early? What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither? Enter LADY CAPULET

Lady Capulet. Why, how now, Juliet!

Juliet. Madam, I am not well.

Lady Capulet. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live; Therefore, have done. Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

Juliet. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.

Lady Capulet. So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend Which you weep for.

Juliet. Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.

Lady Capulet. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.

Juliet. What villain, madam?

Lady Capulet. That same villain, Romeo.

Juliet. Villain and he be many miles asunder. God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.

Lady Capulet. That is, because the traitor murtherer lives.

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