pardon-me’s, who stand so much for a highway to my love! [_Drinks._] O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical, Dove-feather’d raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show! Just opposite to what thou justly seem’st, A damned saint,