NURSE                                                There’s no trust,

                        No faith, no honesty in men, all perjured,

                        All foresworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

                        Ah, where’s my man? Give me some aqua-vitae;

                        These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.

                        Shame come to Romeo!

JULIET                                                            Blistered be thy tongue

                        For such a wish!                    (3.2.85-91)

Men! What are they like? The Nurse hasn’t grasped what this means to Juliet, not at all. It’s on its way to becoming just more ammunition for the all-men-are-pigs conversation, able to be paused and resumed at will, preferably over a drink. (The Nurse definitely needs a drink, and typical, her man, her servant, isn’t there to provide one.) But she’s changed her tune: rather than condemn Romeo for actually killing Tybalt, instead it’s a standard comic line: Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever. Juliet is not interested in this; her response has been all about the specifics of the situation: Romeo is not a typical man, not at all – he is Romeo, he is her husband, her lord, her love. He is her Romeo, and no one else is allowed to speak ill of him, no matter what he’s done.