Iul: Doo so, and beare this Ring to my true Knight,
And bid him come to take his last farewell. Exeunt.60
[Sc. XIII.]
Enter Frier.
Fr: Romeo come forth, come forth thou fearfull man,
Affliction is enamourd on thy parts,
And thou art wedded to Calamitie.
Enter Romeo.
Rom: Father what newes, what is the Princes doome,
What Sorrow craues acquaintance at our hands, 5
Which yet we know not.
Fr: Too familiar
Is my yong sonne with such sowre companie:
I bring thee tidings of the Princes doome.
Rom: What lesse than doomes day is the Princes doome? 10
Fr: A gentler iudgement vanisht from his lips,
Not bodies death, but bodies banishment.
Rom: Ha, Banished? be mercifull, say death:
For Exile hath more terror in his lookes,
Than death it selfe, doo not say Banishment. 15