Scene III. Friar Lawrence's cell.
[Enter Friar Lawrence.]
FRIAR.
Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man.
Affliction is enanmour'd of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.
[Enter Romeo.]
ROMEO.
Father, what news? what is the prince's doom
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
That I yet know not?
FRIAR.
Too familiar
Is my dear son with such sour company:
I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
ROMEO.
What less than doomsday is the prince's doom?
FRIAR.
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 more terror in his look,
Much more than death; do not say banishment.
FRIAR.
Hence from Verona art thou banished:
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
