fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. Virtue itself turns vice being misapplied, And vice sometime’s by action dignified. Enter Romeo. TYBALT. Well, peace be with thee of thy estate. ROMEO. Thou wast the prettiest babe that e’er I nurs’d: And I were a glove upon that day: For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night. TYBALT. This by his lady’s grave,