Tis torture,and not mercy. Heaven is here where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog and little mouse, every unworthy thing, live here in heaven and may look on her, but Romeo may not. More validity. More honorable state, more courtship lives. In carrion flies than Romeo; they may seize. On the white wonder of dear juliets hand,and steal immortal blessing from her lips, who, even in pure and vestal modesty. Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin; but Romeo may not, he is banished. Flies may do this, but I am from this must fly; they are free men, but I am banished: and sayest thou yet that exile is not death? Hadst thou no poison mix’s, no sharp-ground knife, no sudden mean of death, though ne’er so mean. But banished to kill me? Banished? O friar, the damned use that word in hell; howling attends it. how hast thou the heart, being a divine, a ghostly confessor, a sin-absolver, and my friend profess’d, to mangle me with that word banished?