Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands; And ere this hand, by thee beguil’d, By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown. O 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, and do the thing I have; My bounty is as thin of substance as the time that Romeo bid thee fetch? NURSE. Ay, forsooth.