| ACT III.
3. Scene III. Friar Lawrence's cell.
 [Enter Friar Lawrence.]
 Friar.
Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man.
 Affliction is enanmour'd of thy parts,
 And thou art wedded to calamity.
 
 [Enter Romeo.]
 Romeo.
Father, what news?  what is the prince's doom
 What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
 That I yet know not?
 
 Friar.
Too familiar
 Is my dear son with such sour company:
 I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
 
 Romeo.
What less than doomsday is the prince's doom?
 
 Friar.
A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,--
 Not body's death, but body's banishment.
 
 Romeo.
Ha, banishment? be merciful, say death;
 For exile hath more terror in his look,
 Much more than death; do not say banishment.
 
 Friar.
Hence from Verona art thou banished:
 Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
 
 Romeo.
There is no world without Verona walls,
 But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
 Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,
 And world's exile is death,--then banished
 Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment,
 Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe,
 And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me.
 
 Friar.
O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
 Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,
 Taking thy part, hath brush'd aside the law,
 And turn'd that black word death to banishment:
 This is dear mercy, and thou see'st it not.
 
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