ROMEO: What else is love?
It's a wise form of madness.
It's a sweet lozenge you choke on.
BENVOLIO: Wait—I'll come with you!
...If you leave me like this, you do me wrong!
ROMEO: I have lost myself. I am not here.
This is not Romeo. He's some other where.
BENVOLIO: Tell me seriously, who is the one you love?
ROMEO: "Seriously?" You want me to groan and tell you?
BENVOLIO: Groan? No. But seriously, tell me who it is.