Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth.
[Rises and opens door.]
[Enter Shylock with old garments on his arm.]
Helena (rising).—
His horrid image doth unfix my hair,
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs.
Romeo.—
Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned,