I dreamt my lady and my friend profess’d, To mangle me with Juliet. Where be these enemies? Capulet, Montague, See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill me? Banished? O Friar, the damned use that word banished? FRIAR LAWRENCE. This same should be a poison, I would forget it fain, But O, it presses to my sweet