PRINCE.
Search, seek, and know how this foul murder 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.
CAPULET.
O heaven! — 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
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.
MONTAGUE.
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.
