Juliet. [Wash they] his wounds with tears; mine shall be spent,
When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
Take up those cords.—Poor ropes, you are beguil'd,
Both you and I, for Romeo is exil'd;
He made you for a highway to my bed,
But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.
Nurse. Hie to your chamber. I'll find Romeo
To comfort you; I [wot] well where he is.
Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night.
I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.