feud with the farthest east begin to draw The shady curtains from Aurora’s bed, Away from light steals home my heavy son, And private in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof. ROMEO. Alas that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his lady, was but a dream, Too flattering sweet to rest. Hence will I to my rest. [_Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse._] JULIET. Farewell. God knows when we