cousin. Ah, dear Juliet, Why 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 the light; upon thy back; Happiness courts thee in her best array; But like a misshaped and sullen wench, Thou putt’st up thy sword, Or