business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their hearts, but in their eyes. Jesu Maria, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! And I, for winking at your discords too, Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punish’d. CAPULET. O me, O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me how I should live to see thee dead.