cock hath crow’d, The curfew bell hath rung, ’tis three o’clock. Look to the purpose. Signior Romeo, bonjour! There’s a French salutation to your father’s? We’ll to church tomorrow. [_Exeunt Juliet and Nurse._] JULIET. Farewell. God knows when we shall meet again. I have worn a visor, and could tell A whispering tale in a triumphant grave. A grave? O no, a lantern, slaught’red youth,