Is the Prince’s punishment any less awful than doomsday? He made a gentler decision. You won’t die, but you’ll be banished from the city. Ha, banishment? Be merciful and say “death.” Exile is much worse than death. Don’t say “banishment.” From now on, you are banished from Verona. You should be able to endure this because the world is broad and wide.
Let me come in, and I’ll tell you why I came. I come from Lady Juliet. Welcome, then. Oh, holy Friar, Oh, tell me, holy Friar, where is my lady’s husband? Where’s Romeo? He’s there on the ground. Oh, he’s acting just like Juliet, just like her. Oh painful sympathy! What a pitiful problem! She’s lying on the ground just like him, blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. Stand up. Stand up. Stand up if you’re really a man. For Juliet’s sake, for her sake, rise and stand up. Why should you fall into so deep a moan?
Capulet tells Juliet about Capulet’s plan for her to marry Paris on Thursday, explaining that he wishes to make her happy. Juliet is appalled. She rejects the match, saying “I will not marry yet; and when I do, I swear / It shall be Romeo—whom you know I hate— / Rather than Paris”