SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s cell.Enter Friar Lawrence. FRIAR LAWRENCE.Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man.Affliction is enanmour’d of thy partsAnd thou art wedded to calamity. Enter Romeo. ROMEO.Father, what news? What is the Prince’s doom?What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,That I yet know not? FRIAR LAWRENCE.Too familiarIs my dear son with such sour company.I bring thee tidings of the Prince’s doom. ROMEO.What less than doomsday is the Prince’s doom? FRIAR LAWRENCE.A gentler judgment vanish’d 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 look,Much more than death.