BENVOLIO 

     ... What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

ROMEO 

     Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

BENVOLIO 

     In love?

ROMEO 

     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!

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.
     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?