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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; [190]
Being purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;
Being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears;
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
Farewell, my coz.

BENVOLIO

Soft, I will go along; [195]
And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

ROMEO

Tut, I have lost myself, I am not here.
This is not Romeo, he’s some other where.

BENVOLIO

Tell me in sadness who is that you love?

ROMEO

What, shall I groan and tell thee? [200]

BENVOLIO

Groan? Why no, but sadly tell me who.

ROMEO

Bid a sick man in sadness make his will?
A word ill-urg’d to one that is so ill.
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

BENVOLIO

I aim’d so near when I suppos’d you lov’d. [205]

ROMEO

A right good markman; and she’s fair I love.

BENVOLIO

A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.