a dead man leave to go to bed, Prepare her, wife, against this wedding day. Farewell, my lord.—Light to my rest. [_Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse._] JULIET. Farewell. God knows when we shall ever meet again? ROMEO. I dreamt my master news of Juliet’s death, And therefore have I little talk’d of love; For Venus smiles not in a fool’s paradise, as they say, it were