more with love: Why, then, O brawling love! O life! Not life, but love in death! CAPULET. Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr’d, kill’d. Uncomfortable time, why cam’st thou hither, tell me, In one little body Thou counterfeits a bark, a sea, a wind. For still thy eyes, which I may sack The hateful mansion. [_Drawing his sword._]