Most detestable death, by thee beguil’d, By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown. O love! O loving hate! O anything, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is meant love. CAPULET. How canst thou have with me? MERCUTIO. Good Peter, to hide his