[Descends.[1053]
Jul. Art thou gone so? my lord, my love, my friend![1054]
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,[1055]
For in a minute there are many days: 45
O, by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo!
Rom. Farewell![1056]
I will omit no opportunity[1056]
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. 50
Jul. O, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?[1057]
Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our time to come.[1058]
Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul.[1059]
Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,[1060] 55
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:[1061]
Either my eyesight fails or thou look'st pale.[1062]
Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:[1063]
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu![1064] [Exit.
Jul. O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:[1065] 60
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune;[1066]
For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.[1067]
La. Cap. [Within] Ho, daughter! are you up?
Jul. Who is't that calls? it is my lady mother![1068] 65
Is she not down so late, or up so early?[1069]
What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?[1070]