_Rom._ 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog 30 And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her,[923] But Romeo may not: more validity, More honourable state, more courtship lives In carrion-flies than Romeo: they may seize 35 On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand, And steal immortal blessing from her lips;[924] Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,[925][926] Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;[926][927] But Romeo may not; he is banished:[926][928] 40 This may flies do, but I from this must fly:[926][928] They are free men, but I am banished:[926][928] And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death?[926][928] Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,[926][929] No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,[926] 45 But 'banished' to kill me?--'Banished'?[926] O friar, the damned use that word in hell; Howling attends it: how hast thou the heart,[930] Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,[931] 50 To mangle me with that word 'banished'?[932] _Fri. L._ Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.[933] _Rom._ O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. _Fri. L._ I'll give thee armour to keep off that word;[934] Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, 55 To comfort thee, though thou art banished. _Rom._ Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy! Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom, It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.[935] 60 _Fr. L._ O, then I see that madmen have no ears.[936] _Rom._ How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?[937] _Fr. L._ Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.[938] _Rom._ Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:[939] Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,[940] 65 An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,[941] Doting like me, and like me banished, Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,[942] And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Taking the measure of an unmade grave.[943] [_Knocking within._ 70 _Fri. L._ Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.[944] _Rom._ Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick groans[945][946] Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes.[945][947] [_Knocking._ _Fri. L._ Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise;[945][948] Thou wilt be taken.--Stay awhile!--Stand up;[949] [_Knocking._ 75 Run to my study.--By and by! God's will, What simpleness is this!--I come, I come![950] [_Knocking._ Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will?[951]