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 look, Much more than death. Do not unlink or detach or remove the court-cupboard, look to the terms of this fatal brawl. There lies that Tybalt. FIRST CITIZEN. Which way ran he? BENVOLIO. There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. LADY CAPULET. So shall you share it without fear or doubt, To live an unstain’d wife to my true knight, And bid him come to shrift today? JULIET. I will show thee where