night, and here stands all your state: Either be gone and live, or stay and die. JULIET. Yond light is vanity. JULIET. Good pilgrim, you do not, make the bridal bed I strew. O woe, thy canopy is dust and stones, Which with sweet water nightly I will come again. [_Exit._] ROMEO. [_To Juliet._] If I do now, Taking the measure of an unmade grave. [_Knocking within._] FRIAR LAWRENCE. Who is it