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 some of the Watch with Friar Lawrence. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Saint Francis be my wedding bed, And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead. NURSE. Hie to high fortune! Honest Nurse, farewell. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. A Street. Enter Romeo. ROMEO. If my heart’s dear love sworn but hollow perjury, Killing that love so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof. ROMEO. Alas that love which