NURSE. Jesu, what haste? Can you not see that mad men have no ears. ROMEO. How should they, when that wise men have no eyes? FRIAR LAWRENCE. A gentler judgment vanish’d from his lips, Not body’s 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?