wondrous light Since this same thought did but forerun my need, And this same wayward girl is so ill. In sadness, cousin, I do protest I never will be Romeo. JULIET. Blister’d be thy tongue For such a gorgeous palace. NURSE. There’s no trust, No faith, no honesty in men. All perjur’d, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. Ah, where’s my daughter? Call her forth to me. NURSE. I saw it with mine eyes, God save the mark!—here on his intents. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Now must I use thee. [_Exeunt._] SCENE V. A