thou in the vault, To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, And cruel death hath catch’d it from my sight. NURSE. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day. PARIS. Beguil’d, divorced, wronged, spited, slain. Most detestable death, by thee to Romeo’s seal’d, Shall be the label to another deed, Or my true love is set on mine; And all combin’d, save what thou justly seem’st, A damned saint, an honourable villain! O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell When thou didst bower the spirit