Shakespeare ~ Romeo and Juliet

[brokncellardoor]

'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 validiity,
More honourable state, more courtship lives
In carrion flies than Romeo; they may seize
on the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand,
And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
Who even in pure and vestal modesty
Still blush, as thiking their own kisses sin.
But Romeo may not, he is banished.
Flies may do this, but I from this must fly;
They are freemen, but I am banished.
Hadst thou no poison mixed, no sharp-ground knife,
No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
But--banished--to kill me? Banished?
Howling attends it. How hast thou the heart,
Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
A sin-absolver, and my friend professed,
To mangle me with that word banished?
This may flies do, when I from this must fly,
And sayest thou yet, that exile is not death?