17941763Harke ye, your Romeo will be here at night,

17951764Ile to him, he is hid at Lawrence Cell.

17961765Iu. O find him, giue this ring to my true Knight,

17971766And bid him come, to take his last farewell.

18001769Fri. Romeo come forth, come forth thou fearefull man,

18021770Affliction is enamourd of thy parts:

18031771And thou art wedded to calamitie.

18041772Ro. Father what newes? what is the Princes doome?

18061773What sorrow craues acquaintance at my hand,

18071774That I yet know not?

18081775Fri. Too familiar

18091776Is my deare sonne with such sowre companie?

18101777I bring thee tidings of the Princes doome.

18111778Ro. What lesse then doomesday is the Princes doome?

18131779Fri. A gentler iudgement vanisht from his lips,

18141780Not bodies death, but bodies banishment.

18151781Rom. Ha, banishment? be mercifull, say death:

18161782For exile hath more terror in his looke,

18171783Much more then death, do not say banishment.

18181784Fri. Here from Verona art thou banished:

18191785Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

18201786Ro. There is no world without Verona walls,

18211787But purgatorie, torture, hell it selfe:

18221788Hence banished, is blanisht from the world.

18231789And worlds exile is death. Then banished,

18241790Is death, mistermd, calling death banished,

18251791Thou cutst my head off with a golden axe,

18261792And smilest vpon the stroke that murders me.

18271793Fri. O deadly sin, ô rude vnthankfulnes,

18281794Thy fault our law calls death, but the kind Prince

18291795Taking thy part, hath rusht aside the law,

18301796And turnd that blacke word death to banishment.