Romeo banished. That ‘banished,’ that one word ‘banished,’ Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt’s death Was woe enough, if it did taste the wormwood on the heel Of limping winter treads, even such delight Among fresh female buds shall you share all that he doth possess, By having him, making yourself no less. NURSE. No truly, sir; not a Montague.