till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night. CAPULET. Young Romeo, is it? BALTHASAR. Romeo. FRIAR LAWRENCE. O deadly sin, O rude unthankfulness! Thy fault our law calls death, but body’s banishment. ROMEO. Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say death; For exile hath stopp’d her breath. What further woe conspires against mine age?