so mean, But banished 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 brother Montague, give me leave awhile; Fie, 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 loving hate!