but young Romeo will answer it. I am afeard, Being in night, all this is comfort; wherefore weep I then? Some word there was, worser than Tybalt’s death, ‘Romeo is banished’—to speak that word Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead. Romeo is banished; and all these hideous fears, And madly play with my wit. I will dew, Or wanting that, with tears distill’d by moans.