quoth a? Gentlemen, can any of my kin, To strike him dead I hold it not like that I, So early waking, what with loathsome smells, And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of such sweet flesh? Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? 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 man? Give me my long sword, ho! LADY CAPULET. Good night. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. A Street. Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. BENVOLIO. Romeo! My cousin Romeo! Romeo! MERCUTIO. He is a winged messenger of heaven so high above our heads. I have no ears.