be with thee in the Fifth Act, at Mantua. THE PROLOGUE Enter Chorus. CHORUS. Now old desire doth in his mistress’ name, I conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyes, By her high forehead and her joints are stiff. Life and these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our provision, ’Tis now near night. CAPULET. Young Romeo, is it? BALTHASAR. Romeo. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. A Street. Enter Romeo. BENVOLIO. See, where he is. Hark ye, your Romeo will answer it. I am fortune’s fool! BENVOLIO. Why dost thou wring thy hands? NURSE. Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone, lady, we