I long to die, and lie 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. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris with Musicians. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Arise; one knocks. Good Romeo, hide