Fri. L. Here from Verona art thou banished:[912] 15
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
Rom. There is no world without Verona walls,[913]
But purgatory, torture, hell itself.[914]
Hence banished is banish'd from the world,[915]
And world's exile is death: then 'banished'[916][917][918] 20
Is death mis-term'd: calling death 'banished,'[917][919]
Thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe
And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.[920]
Fri. L. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, 25
Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,[921]
And turn'd that black word death to banishment:
This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.[922]
Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog 30
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven and may look on her,[923]
But Romeo may not: more validity,
More honourable state, more courtship lives
In carrion-flies than Romeo: they may seize 35
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand,
And steal immortal blessing from her lips;[924]
Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,[925][926]
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;[926][927]
But Romeo may not; he is banished:[926][928] 40
This may flies do, but I from this must fly:[926][928]
They are free men, but I am banished:[926][928]
And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death?[926][928]
Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,[926][929]
No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,[926] 45
But 'banished' to kill me?—'Banished'?[926]
O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
Howling attends it: how hast thou the heart,[930]
Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,[931] 50
To mangle me with that word 'banished'?[932]
Fri. L. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.[933]
Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
Fri. L. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word;[934]
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, 55
To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
Rom. 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.[935] 60
Fr. L. O, then I see that madmen have no ears.[936]
Rom. How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?[937]