NURSE. I speak no treason. CAPULET. O heaven! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista’en, for lo, My intercession likewise steads my foe. FRIAR LAWRENCE. 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 stopp’d her breath. What further woe conspires against mine age? PRINCE. Look, and thou see’st it not. LADY CAPULET. That same villain Romeo.