Act III, Scene iii Friar Lawrence's cell.
Affliction is enanmour'd of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself. Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe, And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me. This may flies do, when I from this must fly. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.