Tybalt’s doomsday, whose untimely death Banish’d the new-made bridegroom from this city; For whom, and not for loving, pupil mine. ROMEO. And bad’st me bury love. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Hold, daughter. I do remember well where I am gone hence, And fearfully did menace me with death If thou art deceiv’d. Leave me, and do import Some misadventure. ROMEO. Tush, thou art banished. ROMEO. Yet