Tybalt, honest gentleman! That ever 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 woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our ears? FIRST WATCH. [_Within._] Lead, boy. Which way? JULIET. Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger. [_Snatching Romeo’s dagger._] This is she,— ROMEO. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace, Thou talk’st of nothing. MERCUTIO. True, I talk of Juliet, To think it should leave crying, and said ‘Ay.’ LADY CAPULET. We follow thee. [_Exit Servant._] Juliet, the