Thou wretched boy that didst consort him here shalt with him hence.
Romeo can, though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo, whoever would have thought it? Romeo!
What devil art thou that dost torment me thus? This torture should be roared in dismal hell. Hath Romeo slain himself?
I'll give you thee armor to keep off that word, adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, to comfort thee, though thou art vanished.
Yet "banishèd"? 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.
Has Romeo been killed, and is Tybalt dead too? Tybalt was my dearest cousin. Romeo was even dearer to me as my husband. Let the trumpets play the song of doom, because who can be alive if those two are gone?
Tybalt is dead, and Romeo has been banished. Romeo killed Tybalt, and his punishment was banishment.
Run and hide in my study!
I won’t hide unless all the mist from my heartsick groans envelopes me like fog and conceals me from people’s searching eyes.