BENVOLIO150Good morrow, cousin.
ROMEOIs the day so young?
BENVOLIOBut new struck nine.
ROMEOAy me! Sad hours seem long.Was that my father that went hence so fast?
BENVOLIOIt was. What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?
ROMEONot having that which, having, makes them short.
ROMEOOut of her favor, where I am in love.
BENVOLIOAlas, that love, so gentle in his view,160Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
ROMEOAlas, 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.165Here’s much to do with hate but more with love.Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate,O anything of nothing first created!O heavy lightness, serious vanity,Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!170Feather 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?
BENVOLIOGood morning, cousin.
ROMEOIs it that early in the day?
BENVOLIOIt’s only just now nine o'clock.
ROMEOOh my, time goes by slowly when you’re sad. Was that my father who left here in such a hurry?
BENVOLIOIt was. What’s making you so sad and your hours so long?
ROMEOI don’t have the thing that makes time fly.
BENVOLIOYou’re in love?
BENVOLIOOut of love?
ROMEOI love someone. She doesn’t love me.
BENVOLIOIt’s sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it’s actually very rough when you experience it.
ROMEOWhat’s sad is that love is supposed to be blind, but it can still make you do whatever it wants. So, where should we eat? (seeing blood) Oh my! What fight happened here? No, don’t tell me—I know all about it. This fight has a lot to do with hatred, but it has more to do with love. O brawling love! O loving hate! Love that comes from nothing! Sad happiness! Serious foolishness! Beautiful things muddled together into an ugly mess! Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake—it’s everything except what it is! This is the love I feel, though no one loves me back. Are you laughing?