_Jul._ Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,[892] 130 When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled,[893][894] Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled:[893][895] He made you for a highway to my bed;[893][896] But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.[893][897] 135 Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;[893][898] And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead![893] _Nurse._ Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo To comfort you: I wot well where he is. Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night:[899] 140 I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell. _Jul._ O, find him! give this ring to my true knight, And bid him come to take his last farewell.[900] [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _Friar Laurence's cell._[901] _Enter_ FRIAR LAURENCE.[902] _Fri. L._ Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:[903] Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,[904] And thou art wedded to calamity. _Enter_ ROMEO.[905] _Rom._ Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?[906] What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,[907] 5 That I yet know not? _Fri. L._ Too familiar Is my dear son with such sour company:[908] I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. _Rom._ What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?[909] _Fri. L._ A gentler judgement vanish'd from his lips,[910] 10 Not body's death, but body's banishment. _Rom._ Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;' For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.'[911] _Fri. L._ Here from Verona art thou banished:[912] 15 Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. _Rom._ There is no world without Verona walls,[913] But purgatory, torture, hell itself.[914] Hence banished is banish'd from the world,[915] And world's exile is death: then 'banished'[916][917][918] 20 Is death mis-term'd: calling death 'banished,'[917][919] Thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.[920] _Fri. L._ O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, 25 Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,[921] And turn'd that black word death to banishment: This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.[922]