We took this mattock and this spade from him
A great suspicion: stay the friar too.
[Enter the Prince and Attendants.]
Prince.
That calls our person from our morning's rest?
[Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and others.]
Capulet.
The people in the street cry Romeo,
With open outcry, toward our monument.
Prince.
Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;
Warm and new kill'd.
Prince.
Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man,
These dead.html">dead men's tombs.
Capulet.
This dagger hath mista'en,--for, lo, his house
And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom!
Lady Capulet.
That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
[Enter Montague and others.]
Prince.
To see.html">see thy son and heir more early down.
Montague.
grief.html">Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath.html">breath:
Look, and thou shalt see.
Montague.
To press before thy father to a grave?
Prince.
Till we can clear these ambiguities,
And then will I be general of your woes,
And let mischance be slave to patience.--
I am the greatest, able to do least,
Doth make against me, of this direful murder;
Myself condemned and myself excus'd.
Prince.
I will be brief, for my short date of breath
Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;
I married them; and their stol'n marriage day
Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city;
You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
To County Paris:--then comes she to me,
To rid her from this second marriage,
Then gave I her, so tutored by my art,
As I intended, for it wrought on her
That he should hither come as this dire night,
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