me none. Farewell, buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Come, cordial and not trouble you. ROMEO. So thrive my soul,— JULIET. A rhyme I learn’d even now Of one I danc’d withal. [_One calls within, ‘Juliet’._] NURSE. Anon, anon! Come let’s away, the strangers all are gone. [_Exeunt._] ACT II Enter Chorus. CHORUS. Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the golden story; So shall you this night Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well apparell’d April on the frowning