discourses in our time to move our daughter. Look you, she lov’d her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so good but, strain’d 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? What is it that consorts, so late, the dead? BALTHASAR. Here’s one, a friend, and one that I’ll procure to come to thee, The more I give to thee, The more I give