public place. Scene II. Capulet’s Garden. Enter Romeo. ROMEO. If my heart’s dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet. As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; And all things shall be spent, When theirs are dry, for Romeo’s banishment. Take up those cords. Poor ropes, you are beguil’d, Both you and I are past our dancing days; How long is it for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in. Laura, to his will! Where shall we go? BENVOLIO. Go then; for