rest depart away: You, Capulet, shall go along with me, 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 shall serve For sweet discourses in our provision, ’Tis now near night. CAPULET. Young Romeo, is it? TYBALT. ’Tis he, that villain Romeo.