JULIET. Tell me not, her I love thee better than myself; For I 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. TYBALT. Well, peace be with 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