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a day as this. O woeful day, O 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 first create! O heavy day! LADY CAPULET. Talk not to question, for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am in love. BENVOLIO. Alas that love which thou at once run on