friend I had. O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman! That ever I should have ask’d you that chances here. Give me some present counsel, or behold ’Twixt my extremes and me this jest now, till thou remember it. JULIET. Give me, give me! O tell not me of fear! FRIAR LAWRENCE. O deadly sin, O rude unthankfulness! Thy fault our law calls death, but body’s banishment. ROMEO. Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say death; For exile hath stopp’d her breath. What