Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rom. But banished to kill me? Banished?
Rom. O Frier, the damned vse that word in hell:
Rom. Howlings attends it, how hast thou the hart
Rom. Being a Diuine, a Ghostly Confessor,
Rom. A Sin‑Absoluer, and my Friend profest:
Rom. To mangle me with that word, banished?
Fri. Fri.
Fri. Then fond Mad man, heare me speake.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. O thou wilt speake againe of banishment.
Fri. Ile giue thee Armour to keepe off that word,
Fri. Aduersities sweete milke, Philosophie,
Fri. To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
Rom. Yet banished? hang vp Philosophie:
Rom. Vnlesse Philosohpie Philosophie can make a Iuliet,
Rom. Displant a Towne, reuerse a Princes Doome,
Rom. It helpes not, it preuailes not, talke no more.