So 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 vitæ.—
These griefs, these woes, these sorrows, make me old.
Shame come to Romeo!
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Juliet.[Blister'd] be thy tongue