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92 ROMEO AND JULIET. Juliet. God, I have an ill-divining soul ! ]\rethinks I see thee, now thou art below, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb ; Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. Borneo. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you; Dry sorroAV drinks our blood. Adiei;, adieu ! \_Exlt. Juliet. fortune, fortune ! all men call thee tickle ; If thou art fickle, what dost thou Avith him. That is renown'd for faith ? Be fickle, fortune ; For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, But send him back. Lady Capulet. \_Within'\ Ho, daughter! are you up ? Juliet. Who is't that calls ? is it my lady mother ? Is she not down so late, or up so early ? What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither ? Enter Lady Capulet. Lachj Capulet. Why, how now, Juliet ! Juliet. Madam, I am not well. Lady Capidet. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears ? An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live ; Therefore, have done : some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit. Juliet. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.