me tremble, And I will die And leave him all; life, living, all is death’s. PARIS. Have I thought long to die, and lie with thee in thy drift; Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. ROMEO. Then plainly know my errand. 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. ROMEO. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Juliet appears above