A gentler judgement vanish'd from his lips: Not body's death, but body's banishment.
Ha, banishment? be merciful, say 'death': For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death. Do not say 'banishment'!
O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Thy fault our law calls death, but the kind prince, Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law, And turn'd that black word 'death' to 'banishment'. This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.
There is no world without Verona walls, Hence 'banished' is banish'd from the world. Heaven is here where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog may look on her, But Romeo is not.
Thou fond mad man, hear me a little speak. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate
O holy Friar, O tell me, holy Friar, Where's my lady's lord? Where's Romeo
There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.
Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man, And he shall signify from time to time Every good hap to you that chances here. Give me thy hand, 'tis late. Farewell, good night
Spakest thou of Juliet? Where is she? and how doth she?
O she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir.