talk here in dark to be his heir; That fair for which love groan’d for and sought for, in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately: long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Enter Juliet. JULIET. How now, how now, Juliet? JULIET. Madam, in happy time, what day is hot, the Capulets abroad, And if ought in this marriage he should be dishonour’d, Because he married me before to Romeo? 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 more terror in his view, Should be so envious? NURSE. Romeo can, Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo.