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NURSE . Weeping and wailing over Tybalt’s corse . Will you go to them ? I will bring you thither . JULIET . Wash they his wounds with tears . Mine shall be spent , When theirs are dry , for Romeo’s banishment . Take up those cords . Poor ropes , you are beguil’d , Both you and I ; for Romeo is exil’d . He made you for a highway to my bed , But I , a maid , die maiden - widowed . Come cords , come Nurse , I’ll to my wedding bed , And death , not Romeo , take my maidenhead . NURSE . Hie to your chamber . I’ll find Romeo To comfort you . I wot well where he is . Hark ye , your Romeo will be here at night . I’ll to him , he is hid at Lawrence ’ cell . JULIET . O find him , give this ring to my true knight , And bid him come to take his last farewell . [ Exeunt . ] SCENE III . Friar Lawrence’s cell . Enter Friar Lawrence . FRIAR LAWRENCE . Romeo , come forth ; come forth , thou fearful man . Affliction is enanmour’d of thy parts And thou art wedded to calamity . Enter Romeo . ROMEO . Father , what news ? What is the Prince’s doom ? What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand , That I yet know not ? FRIAR LAWRENCE . Too familiar Is my dear son with such sour company . I bring thee tidings of the Prince’s doom . ROMEO . What less than doomsday is the Prince’s doom ? FRIAR LAWRENCE . A gentler judgment vanish’d from his lips , Not body’s death , but body’s banishment . ROMEO . Ha , banishment ? Be merciful , say death ; For exile hath more terror in his look , Much more than death . Do not say banishment . FRIAR LAWRENCE . Hence from Verona art thou banished . Be patient , for the world is broad and wide . ROMEO . There is no world without Verona walls , But purgatory , torture , hell itself . Hence banished is banish’d from the world , And world’s exile is death . Then banished Is death misterm’d . Calling death banished , Thou cutt’st my head off with a golden axe , And smilest upon the stroke that murders me . FRIAR LAWRENCE . O deadly sin , O rude unthankfulness ! Thy fault our law calls death , but the kind Prince , Taking thy part , hath brush’d aside the law , And turn’d that black word death to banishment . This is dear mercy , and thou see’st it not . ROMEO . ’ Tis torture , and not mercy . Heaven is here Where Juliet lives , and every cat and dog , And little mouse , every unworthy thing , Live here in heaven and may look on her , But Romeo may not . More validity , More honourable state , more courtship lives In carrion flies than Romeo . They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet’s hand , And steal immortal blessing from her lips , Who , even in pure and vestal modesty Still blush , as thinking their own kisses sin . But Romeo may not , he is banished . This may flies do , when I from this must fly . They are free men but I am banished . And say’st thou yet that exile is not death ? Hadst thou no poison mix’d , no sharp - ground knife , No sudden mean of death , though ne’er so mean , But banished to kill me ? Banished ? O Friar , the damned use that word in hell . Howling attends it . How hast thou the heart , Being a divine , a ghostly confessor , A sin - absolver , and my friend profess’d , To mangle me with that word banished ?
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