for I have my wish. LADY CAPULET. O heaven! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista’en, for lo, My intercession likewise steads my foe. 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 more terror in his wisdom, hastes our marriage, To stop the inundation of her favour