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’? 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 professed, To mangle me with that word ‘banished’?
