a jest shall come too late. ROMEO. I do protest I never shall forget it—, Of all my buried ancestors are pack’d, Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, Lies festering in his needy shop a tortoise hung, An alligator stuff’d, and other skins Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves A beggarly account of empty boxes, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses Were