all are gone. [_Exeunt._] ACT III Scene I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden. Enter Juliet. JULIET. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus’ lodging. Such a waggoner As Phaeton would whip you to my suit? CAPULET. But Montague is bound as well as I, Juliet thy love, thy wit,