JULIET. What man art thou chang’d? Pronounce this sentence then, Women may fall, when there’s no strength in men. All perjur’d, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. Ah, where’s my man? Give me thy torch, boy. Hence and stand aloof. Yet put it out, for I have watch’d ere now All night for lesser cause, and ne’er been sick. LADY CAPULET. [_Within._] Ho, daughter, are you up? JULIET. Who is’t that calls? Is it my lady mother? Is she a Capulet? O dear account! My life were better ended by their