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78 ROMEO AND JULIET. A damned saint, an honorable villain ! O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell, When thou didst bower the spirit of a liend In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh ? AVas ever book containing such vile matter 80 fairly bound ? O, that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace ! Nurse. There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men ; all perjur'd, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. — Ah, where's my man ? give me some aqua vitse. — These griefs, these woes, these sorrows, make me old. Shame come to Romeo ! Juliet. Blister'd be thy tongue For such a wish ! he was not born to shame : Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit ; "For 'tis a throne where honor may be crown'd Sole monarch of the universal earth. O, what a beast was I to chide at him ! Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin ? Juliet. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? — Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name. When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it ? But, wherefore, villain, didst thoii kill my cousin ? That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband. Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;