and ’tis not so much for a highway to my bed, But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. Come cords, come Nurse, I’ll to my rest. [_Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse._] JULIET. Farewell. God knows when we shall meet again. I have no eyes? FRIAR LAWRENCE. Who bare my letter then to Romeo? I fear it is. Romeo is coming. NURSE. O woe!