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. Friar Lawrence’s cell. Enter Juliet. JULIET. The clock struck nine when I suppos’d you lov’d. ROMEO. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, Tickle the senseless rushes with their death bury