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Out.
BENVOLIO
Of love?
ROMEO
Out of her favour where I am in love.
BENVOLIO
Alas that love so gentle in his view
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof. [170]
ROMEO
Alas that love whose view is muffled still
Should without eyes see pathways to his will.
Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love. [175]
Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate,
O anything of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness, serious vanity,
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Father of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, [180]
Still-waking sleep that is not what it is!
This love feel I that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?
BENVOLIO
No coz, I rather weep.
ROMEO
Good heart, at what?
BENVOLIO
At thy good heart’s oppression.
ROMEO
Why such is love’s transgression. [185]
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
Which thou wilt propagate to have it press’d
