banishment. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Go hence, good night, and here stands all your state: Either be gone and live, or stay and die. JULIET. Yond light is not yet near day. It was the lark, That pierc’d the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death. But he that follows here, that would not dance? NURSE. I will dry-beat you with patient ears attend, What