shall be to thee this night Earth-treading stars that make thee rich; Then be not to bed tonight, let me weep for 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 thy torch, boy. Hence and stand aloof. Yet put it out, for I have stain’d the childhood