Friar Laurence. Thou [fond] mad man, hear me but speak a word.
Romeo. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
Friar Laurence. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word;
[Adversity's sweet milk], philosophy,
To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
Romeo. Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
[Displant] a town, reverse a prince's doom,
It helps not, it [prevails] not; talk no more.
Friar Laurence. O, then I see that madmen have no ears.