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Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul
murder comes. 1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Ro.
With instruments upon them, fit to open
La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell, That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
Enter Montague and Others. Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early
up, To see thy son and heir more early down.
Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: What further woe conspires against mine age?
Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.
this, press before thy father to a grave? Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a
while, 'Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true de
And then will I be general of your woes,
Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least,
in this. Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of
breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: I married them; and their stolen marriage-day Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city; For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin’d. You—to remove that siege of grief from her,Betroth’d, and would have married her perforce, To county Paris:— Then comes she to me; And, with wild looks, bid me devise some means To rid her from this second marriage, Or, in my cell there would she kill herself. Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art, A sleeping potion; which so took effect As I intended, for it wrought on her The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo, That he should hither come as this dire night,
To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
Prince. We still have known thee for a holy
Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?
Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death; And then in post he came from Mantua, To this same place, to this same monument. This letter he early bid me give his father; And threaten’d me with death, going in the vault, If I departed not, and left him there.
Princc. Give me the letter, I will look on it.Where is the county's page, that rais'd the watch:Sirrah, what made your master in this place? Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's
grave; And bid me stand aloof, and so I did: Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb; And, by and by, my master drew on him; And then I ran away to call the watch. Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's
words, Their course of love, the tidings of her death: And here he writes—that he did buy a poison Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet. Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with
love! And I, for winking at your discords too, Have lost a brace of kinsmen:-all are punish’d.
Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand:
But I can give thee more:
Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie;