[_Exeunt Montague and Lady._ _Ben._ Good morrow, cousin. _Rom._ Is the day so young? _Ben._ But new struck nine. _Rom._ Ay me! sad hours seem long.[84] Was that my father that went hence so fast?[85] 160 _Ben._ It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? _Rom._ Not having that which, having, makes them short. _Ben._ In love?[86] _Rom._ Out--[87] _Ben._ Of love?[88] 165 _Rom._ Out of her favour, where I am in love. _Ben._ Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! _Rom._ Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will![89] 170 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: Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create![90] 175 O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms![91] 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. 180 Dost thou not laugh? _Ben._ No, coz, I rather weep. _Rom._ Good heart, at what?[92] _Ben._ At thy good heart's oppression. _Rom._ Why, such is love's transgression. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast;[93] Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest[94] 185 With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.[95] Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;[96] Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;[97] Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:[98] 190 What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz. _Ben._ Soft! I will go along:[99] An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.[100] _Rom._ Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;[101] 195 This is not Romeo, he's some other where. _Ben._ Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.[102] _Rom._ What, shall I groan and tell thee?[103] _Ben._ Groan! why, no;[103] But sadly tell me who.[104] _Rom._ Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:[105] 200 Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill![106] In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. _Ben._ I aim'd so near when I supposed you loved. _Rom._ A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.[107] _Ben._ A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. 205