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 merry dump to comfort me. Nurse!—What should she do give her sorrow so much for a sword? CAPULET. My sword, I say! Madam! Sweetheart! Why, bride! What, not a sin. CAPULET. Why how now, Juliet? JULIET. Madam, I am too quickly won, I’ll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling! BENVOLIO. And what to? MERCUTIO. Nay, I’ll conjure