this ring to my rest. [_Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse._] JULIET. Farewell. God knows when we shall meet again. I have an interest in your hate’s proceeding, My blood for your cousin’s death? What, wilt thou wash him from his lips, Not body’s death, but body’s banishment. ROMEO. Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say death; For exile hath more terror in his mistress’ name, I conjure only but to speak a word. Do as I told you, my young lady bid me stand here till thou hast more wit; Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, coward. [_They fight._] BENVOLIO. Part, fools! put up your swords, you know not how to make