_Nurse._ There's no trust,[877] 85 No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,[877] All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.[877][878] Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitæ: These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old. Shame come to Romeo! _Jul._ Blister'd be thy tongue[879] 90 For such a wish! he was not born to shame: Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit; For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd Sole monarch of the universal earth. O, what a beast was I to chide at him![880] 95 _Nurse._ Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?[881] _Jul._ 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 thou kill my cousin? 100 That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband: Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you mistaking offer up to joy.[882] My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; 105 And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:[883] All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then? Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,[884] That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;[885] But, O, it presses to my memory, 110 Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: 'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished;' That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,' Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Was woe enough, if it had ended there: 115 Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,[886] Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'[887] Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, Which modern lamentation might have moved?[888] 120 But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,[889] 'Romeo is banished:' to speak that word,[890] Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished.' There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, 125 In that word's death; no words can that woe sound. Where is my father, and my mother, nurse? _Nurse._ Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:[891] Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.