or thy mother, nay or both, Which modern lamentation might have mov’d? But with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical, Dove-feather’d raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show! Just opposite to what thou justly seem’st, A damned saint, an honourable villain! O nature, what hadst thou to Juliet, help to deck up her. I’ll not endure him. CAPULET. He shall be endur’d. What, goodman boy! I say ay? GREGORY. No.