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CAPULET
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.
LADY CAPULET
O me! This sight of death is as a bell [205]
That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
Enter Montague (and Servants).
PRINCE
Come, Montague, for thou art early up
To see thy son and heir now early down.
MONT AGUE
Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight.
Grief of my son’s exile hath stopp’d her breath. [210]
What further woe conspires against mine age?
PRINCE
Look, and thou shalt see.
MONT AGUE
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 [215]
Till we can clear these ambiguities
And know their spring, their head, their true descent,
And then will I be general of your woes
And lead you, even to death. Meantime forbear,
And let mischance be slave to patience. [220]
Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
FRIAR LAURENCE
I am the greatest, able to do least,
Yet most suspected, as the time and place
