JULIET                        Some word there was, worser than Tybalt’s death,                         That murdered me; I would forget it fain,                         But O, it presses to my memory,                         Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners’ minds:                         ‘Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banishèd’.                         That ‘banishèd’, that one word ‘banishèd’,                         Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. (3.2.108-114) […]