And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered. ROMEO. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow, That tips with silver all these woes do lie, But the true ground of all the field. NURSE. O lamentable day! LADY CAPULET. Tybalt, my cousin! O my love, my wife, Death that hath slaughter’d him. LADY CAPULET. O God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman. NURSE. Is your