FRIAR LAWRENCE: You foolish madman, hear me a little.
ROMEO: Oh, you will just speak of banishment again.
FRIAR LAWRENCE: I'll give you armor to repel that word: philosophy, the antidote to adversity, which will comfort you though you are banished.
ROMEO: Still "banished!" Hang philosophy! Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, move a town, or reverse a prince's words of doom, it helps me not. Talk no more.
FRIAR LAWRENCE: Oh, then I see that madmen have no ears.
ROMEO: Why should they, when wise men have no eyes?
FRIAR LAWRENCE: Let me speak with you of your situation...
ROMEO: You can't speak of what you don't feel!
If you were as young as I—with Juliet for your love, just an hour married, with Tybalt murdered—lovesick like me, and like me banished—then you could speak of it!
Then you might tear your hair and fall on the ground, as I do now…