These dead men's tombs. Cap. O, heavens !-O, wife! look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger bath mista'en,-for, lo! his house Is empty on the back of Montague,→→→ And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. 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. Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in this, To 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 descent; And lead you even to death: Mean time forbear, Bring forth the parties of suspicion. Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least, Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know in this. Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet ; Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city; Or, in my cell there would she kill herself. The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo, Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man. -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. Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it.Where is the county's page, that rais'd the watch?Sirrab, 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; Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's words, Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.- That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!. Have lost a brace of kinsmen all are punish'd. Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand: Mon. But I can give thee more: Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it brings; |