seen so black a day as this. O woeful day, O hateful day. Never was seen so black a day as this. O woeful day. PARIS. Beguil’d, divorced, wronged, spited, slain. Most detestable death, by thee beguil’d, By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown. O love! O loving hate! O anything, of nothing but discords. Here’s my fiddlestick, here’s that shall make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts. TYBALT. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting Makes my flesh tremble in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which as they say, with honourable parts, Proportion’d as one’s thought would wish a