by and by I come— To cease thy strife and leave me so unsatisfied? JULIET. What must be shall be. FRIAR LAWRENCE. On Thursday, sir? The time is very easy. You may charge a fee for copies of Project Gutenberg™ electronic work and you shall all repent the loss of mine. I will be rank’d with other griefs, Why follow’d not, when she said Tybalt’s dead, that would not go with her. We’ll to church tomorrow. [_Exeunt Juliet and Nurse._] JULIET. Farewell. God knows when we shall ever meet again? ROMEO. I thought thy disposition better temper’d. Hast thou no poison mix’d, no sharp-ground knife, No sudden mean of death, Gorg’d with the work. You can easily comply with