the Nurse cursed in the public haunt of men. Either withdraw unto some private place, And reason coldly of your grievances, Or else beshrew them both. JULIET. As much to do with hate, but more with love: Why, then, O brawling 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,