[_Descends._[1053] _Jul._ Art thou gone so? my lord, my love, my friend![1054] I must hear from thee every day in the hour,[1055] For in a minute there are many days: 45 O, by this count I shall be much in years Ere I again behold my Romeo! _Rom._ Farewell![1056] I will omit no opportunity[1056] That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. 50 _Jul._ O, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?[1057] _Rom._ I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come.[1058] _Jul._ O God! I have an ill-divining soul.[1059] Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,[1060] 55 As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:[1061] Either my eyesight fails or thou look'st pale.[1062] _Rom._ And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:[1063] Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu![1064] [_Exit._ _Jul._ O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:[1065] 60 If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune;[1066] For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, But send him back.[1067] _La. Cap._ [_Within_] Ho, daughter! are you up? _Jul._ Who is't that calls? it is my lady mother![1068] 65 Is she not down so late, or up so early?[1069] What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?[1070] _Enter_ LADY CAPULET.[1071] _La. Cap._ Why, how now, Juliet![1072] _Jul._ Madam, I am not well. _La. Cap._ Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? 70 An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;[1073][1074] Therefore have done: some grief shows much of love.[1073] But much of grief shows still some want of wit.[1073] _Jul._ Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. _La. Cap._ So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend[1075][1076] 75 Which you weep for.[1076] _Jul._ Feeling so the loss,[1076] I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.[1076][1077] _La. Cap._ Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.[1078] _Jul._ What villain, madam? _La. Cap._ That same villain, Romeo.[1079] 80 _Jul._ [_Aside_] Villain and he be many miles asunder.[1080] God pardon him! I do, with all my heart;[1081][1082] And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.[1081] _La. Cap._ That is because the traitor murderer lives.[1081][1083] _Jul._ Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands:[1081] 85 Would none but I might venge my cousin's death![1081]