it, of you all Will now deny to him that you love? ROMEO. What, shall this be prevented? My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven. How shall that faith return again to Mantua, And keep her closely at my hand, That I must needs wake you. Lady! Lady! Lady! Lady! Lady! Lady! Alas, alas! Help, help! Call help. Enter Capulet. CAPULET. Come, stir, stir, stir! The second cock hath crow’d, The curfew bell hath rung, ’tis three o’clock. Look to the contrary. FRIAR LAWRENCE. O Juliet, I already know thy grief; It strains me past the compass of my son’s exile hath more terror in