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'?
William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe, Richard Farmer, George Steevens, Edward Capell (1821). “The plays and poems of William Shakespeare: with the corrections and illustrations of various commentators: comprehending a life of the poet, and an enlarged history of the stage”, p.149
