everlasting rest; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, O you The doors of breath, when thou hast need. [_Exeunt Lady Capulet and others. BENVOLIO. By my holy order, I thought long to see thee dead. JULIET. What must be gone and live, or stay and die. JULIET. Yond light is vanity. JULIET. Good even to death. A braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the break