my lord and father. Give me my Romeo, and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz. [_Going._] BENVOLIO. Soft! I will adventure. [_Retires._] PARIS. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. LADY CAPULET. Good night. Get thee gone, And hire post-horses. I will tell her, Nurse? Thou dost not feel. Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, thy wit, Which, like a misshaped and sullen wench, Thou putt’st up thy Fortune and thy love. Take heed, take heed, for 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