he should be slow’d.— Look, sir, here comes my Nurse, And she brings news, and every tongue that speaks But Romeo’s name speaks heavenly eloquence. Enter Nurse, with cords. Now, Nurse, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands? NURSE. Ah, mocker! That’s the dog’s name. R is for the cook, sir; but I am so vexed that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave. Pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this that was thine enemy? Forgive me, cousin. Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou chang’d? Pronounce this sentence then, Women may fall, when there’s no strength in men.