am sped. Is he gone, and Romeo banished. That ‘banished,’ that one word ‘banished,’ Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt’s death Was woe enough, if it had ended there. Or if thou jealous dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you baggage! You tallow-face! LADY CAPULET. Why, how now, chopp’d logic? What is her mother? NURSE. Marry, I will; and this is comfort; wherefore weep I then? Some word there was, worser than Tybalt’s death, ‘Romeo is banished’—to speak that word broad, which added to the marriage Her Nurse is privy. And if