ACT VSCENE I. Mantua. A Street.Enter Romeo. ROMEO.If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne;And all this day an unaccustom’d spiritLifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.I dreamt my lady came and found me dead,—Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!—And breath’d such life with kisses in my lips,That I reviv’d, and was an emperor.Ah me, how sweet is love itself possess’d,When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy. Enter Balthasar. News from Verona! How now, Balthasar?Dost thou not bring