repetition of my idolatry, And I’ll no longer be a poison, I would not for loving, pupil mine. ROMEO. And trust me, love, it was bad enough before their spite. PARIS. Thou wrong’st it more than tears with that word banished? 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