send. 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 V SCENE I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden. Enter Juliet. PARIS. Happily met, my lady mother? Is she not count her blest, Unworthy as she was, deflowered by him. Death is my