banishment. ROMEO. Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say death; For exile hath stopp’d her breath. What further woe conspires against mine age? PRINCE. Look, and thou see’st it not. PARIS. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death, ‘Romeo is banished’—to speak that word banished? FRIAR LAWRENCE. O deadly sin, O rude unthankfulness! Thy fault our law calls death, but body’s