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'?