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SCENE II. A Room in Capulet’s House.Enter Juliet. JULIET.Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,Towards Phoebus’ lodging. Such a waggonerAs Phaeton would whip you to the westAnd bring in cloudy night immediately.Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,That runaway’s eyes may wink, and RomeoLeap to these arms, untalk’d of and unseen.Lovers can see to do their amorous ritesBy their own beauties: or, if love be blind,It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,And learn me how to lose a winning match,Play’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.Hood my unmann’d blood, bating in my cheeks,With thy black mantle, till