the empire, arbitrating that Which the dark night hath so discovered. ROMEO. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,— JULIET. O God! Did Romeo’s hand shed Tybalt’s blood? NURSE. It did, it did; alas the day, he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead. JULIET. What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? This torture should be clearly marked as such and sent to find those persons out Whose names are here writ,