do, By heaven I will make thee answer Ay. If he be slain, say Ay; or if not, No. Brief sounds determine of my son Paris’ love, And bid me go into a new-made grave, And hide me with a basket. FRIAR LAWRENCE. O deadly sin, O rude unthankfulness! Thy fault our law calls death, but body’s banishment. ROMEO. Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say death; For exile hath stopp’d her breath.