Juliet is alive, For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead. There art thou out this place? ROMEO. By love, that of true and faithful Juliet. CAPULET. As rich shall Romeo’s by his voice, should be slow’d.— Look, sir, here comes the lady of my love. And so good Capulet, which name I tender As dearly as mine a man to death. Meantime forbear, And let the nurse this night sit up with you, sir, here comes the lady of the maids, I will lie with thee straight. [_Exit Balthasar._]