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Prince. Then say, at once, what thou dost know of
old life Be sacrific'd, some hours before its time, Unto the rigour of severest law.
Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man. Let Romeo's man, and let the boy attend us : We'll hence, and farther scan these sad disasters : Well may ye mourn, my lords, (now wise too late) These tragic issues of your
mutual hate : From private feuds, what dire misfortunes flow! Whate'er the cause, the sure effect is woe.