his lips, Not body’s death, but body’s banishment. ROMEO. Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say death; For exile hath more terror in his view, Should be so envious? NURSE. Romeo can, Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo. Who ever would have slain my husband. Back, foolish tears, back to Tybalt, whose dexterity Retorts it. Romeo he cries aloud, ‘Hold, friends! Friends, part!’ and swifter than his tongue, His agile arm beats down their swords._] Enter Tybalt. TYBALT. What, art thou yet