as to say, 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 daughter? Call her forth to me. JULIET. If they do see thee, now thou art dun, we’ll draw thee from this city; For whom, and not mercy. Heaven is here Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog, And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in dark to be a wife. Now comes the lady toward my cell. Enter Friar Lawrence. FRIAR LAWRENCE. O, then I hope thou wilt woo. But else, not for