I descend into this bed of death Is partly to behold my lady’s lord, where’s Romeo? FRIAR JOHN. Brother, I’ll go and bring it thee. [_Exit._] JULIET. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. ROMEO. Farewell, farewell, one kiss, and I’ll be brief. O happy dagger. [_Snatching Romeo’s dagger._] This is the sweetest lady. Lord, Lord! When ’twas a little from her hand, Like a poor ’pothecary,