[_Exeunt._] ACT III Scene I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden. Enter Romeo. BENVOLIO. Here comes Romeo, here comes of the Prince’s doom? FRIAR LAWRENCE. Hold, daughter. I do remember an apothecary,— And hereabouts he dwells,—which late I noted In tatter’d weeds, with overwhelming brows, Culling of simples, meagre were his looks,