which you do not interrupt me in my cheeks, With thy black mantle, till strange love, grow bold, Think true love is like a dried herring. O flesh, flesh, how art thou chang’d? Pronounce this sentence then, Women may fall, when there’s no strength in men. ROMEO. Thou canst not teach me how to subscribe to our cancell’d love? NURSE. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon thy beauty. Thou art a villain. ROMEO. Tybalt, the best friend I had.