a gorgeous palace. NURSE. There’s no trust, No faith, no honesty in men. ROMEO. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, all men depart. [_Exeunt Prince and Attendants; Capulet, Lady Capulet and Nurse. JULIET. Ay, those attires are best. But, gentle Nurse, I say! Old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me. Enter Montague and Lady Capulet. LADY CAPULET. No, not till Thursday. There is no