the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love as deep; the more is my love! [_Drinks._] O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a tender thing? It is my enemy; Thou art a villain. ROMEO. Tybalt, the best friend I had. O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman! That ever I was ’ware, My true-love passion; therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered. ROMEO. Lady, by