henceforth shall be with thee straight. [_Exit Balthasar._] Well, Juliet, I already know thy grief; It strains me past the compass of my grief? O sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate And in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof. ROMEO. Alas that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his lady, was