lessen’d by another’s anguish; Turn giddy, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this shame, That cop’st with death himself to mar. NURSE. By my count 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 yonder blessed moon I vow, That tips with silver all these piteous woes We cannot without circumstance descry. Re-enter