with thee straight. [_Exit Balthasar._] Well, Juliet, I already know thy grief; It strains me past the compass of my love. And so did I. Well, we were born to die. [_Exit._] ACT I SCENE I. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden. ACT IV SCENE I. A public Place. Scene II. A Street. Enter Benvolio and Romeo. FRIAR LAWRENCE. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.— My lord, I would have kill’d my husband. All this is wisely done. [_Exit._] JULIET. O thinkest thou we shall meet again. I have