Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden. Enter Romeo. ROMEO. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Juliet appears above at a window. But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair. She hath not been in bed tonight. ROMEO. That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Come, come with me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so