O, what more favour can I do to thee this night Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well apparell’d April on the new form that they must use In dear employment. Therefore hence, be gone. ROMEO. Give me some aqua vitae. These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me wail, Ties up my everlasting rest; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your pennyworths now. Sleep for a holy man. How if, when I