Enter the Prince and Attendants. Prince. What misadventure is so early up, That calls our person from our morning's rest? Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and Others. Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek abroad? La. Cap. The people in the street cry-Romeo, Some-Juliet, and some-Paris; and all run, With open outcry, toward our monument. Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our ears? 1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris slain; And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before; Warm and new kill'd. Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul mur der comes. 1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man; With instruments upon them, fit to open These dead men's tombs. Cap. O, heavens!-O, wife! look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista'en,-for, lo! his house Is empty on the back of Montague, And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. 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. Το Mon. O thou untaught? what manners is in 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 scent; And then will I be general of your woes, And lead you even to death: Mean time forbear, Bring forth the parties of suspicion. Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least, Myself condemned and myself excus'd. 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; Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo, Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; But (as it seems,) did violence on herself. Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man. Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this? Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it.— 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: Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet. Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague !- That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! Have lost a brace of kinsmen 67:-all are punish'd. Can I demand. Mon. But I can give thee more: That, while Verona by that name is known, As that of true and faithful Juliet. Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; Poor sacrifices of our enmity! Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head : Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; For never was a story of more woe, Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. [Exeunt, |