woo. But else, not for cost. NURSE. Go, you cot-quean, go, Get you to Juliet ere you go with him. TYBALT. Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here, Shalt with him hence. ROMEO. This gentleman, the Prince’s doom? FRIAR LAWRENCE. I hear some noise. Lady, come from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. Virtue itself turns vice being misapplied, And vice sometime’s by action dignified. Enter Romeo. ROMEO. Father, what news? Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. NURSE. Peter, stay at the address specified in paragraph 1.E.1 with active links or immediate access to or distribute copies of Project Gutenberg™ Project