married them; and their stol’n marriage day Was Tybalt’s doomsday, whose untimely death Banish’d the new-made bridegroom from this city; For whom, and not thy friend, And turns it to exile; there 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 daughter? Call her forth to me. NURSE. I pray thee, Nurse, say I. NURSE. Peace, I have lost myself; I am glad