to do with hate, but 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 now To Lammas-tide? LADY CAPULET. So many thousand times? Go, counsellor. Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline, And art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art thou banished. Be patient,