Past hope and in despair—that way past grace.
In the same circumstances, the impetuous excited feelings of Juliet, and her vivid imagination, lend something far more wildly agitated, more intensely poetical and passionate to her grief.
JULIET.
Art thou gone so? My love, my lord, my friend!
I must hear from thee every day i' the hour,
For in a minute there are many days—
O by this count I shall be much in years,
Ere I again behold my Romeo!
ROMEO.
Farewell! I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
JULIET.
O! think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
ROMEO.
I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our time to come.