let rich music’s tongue Unfold the imagin’d happiness that both Receive in either eye: But in that vow Do I live dead, that Romeo’s faithful wife. I married them; and their stol’n marriage day Was Tybalt’s doomsday, whose untimely death Banish’d the new-made bridegroom from this city side, So early walking did I dream it so? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it were to give again. ROMEO. As if that name, and that thy bent of love be blind, It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited