Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE
Romeo, come forth. Come forth, thou fearful man.
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.
Father, what news? What is the Prince’s doom?
5What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand
That I yet know not?
Is my dear son with such sour company.
I bring thee tidings of the Prince’s doom.
What less than doomsday is the Prince’s doom?
10A gentler judgment vanished 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
15Hence from Verona art thou banishèd.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
There is no world without Verona walls
But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
Hence “banishèd” is banished
from the world,
20And world’s exile is death. Then