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Romeo and Juliet, I. i

Here's much to do with hate, but more with love:

Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!

O any thing! of nothing first create.

O heavy lightness! serious vanity!

Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!

Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!

Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!

This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

Dost thou not laugh?

Ben. No, coz, I rather weep. Rom. Good heart, at what?

Ben. At thy good heart's oppression.

Rom. Why, such is love's transgression.

Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,

Which thou wilt propagate to have it press'd

With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown

Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;

Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;

Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with loving tears:

What is it else? a madness most discreet,

A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

Farewell, my coz.

Ben. Soft, I will go along;

An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

Rom. Tut! I have lost myself; I am not here;

This is not Romeo, he's some other where.

Ben. Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.

Rom. What! shall I groan and tell thee?

Ben. Groan! why, no;

But sadly tell me who.

 180 more with love; cf. n.

183 vanity: triviality, futility

181–186 Cf. n.

187 in this: i.e., in this brawl

188 coz: cousin

193 propagate: increase

to have it: by having it

197 purg'd: cleared from smoke

198 vex'd: agitated

205 sadness: seriousness

207 sadly: seriously

