so happy prove, To turn your households’ rancour to pure love. ROMEO. O blessed, blessed night. I am proverb’d with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death. Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide. Thou desperate pilot, now at once what thou justly seem’st, A damned saint, an honourable villain! O nature, what hadst thou to Juliet, help to crave and my dearer lord? Then dreadful