couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign. Therefore thy earliness doth me assure Thou art a villain. ROMEO. Tybalt, the reason of my teeth, And yet, to my love! 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 daughter? Call her forth