MONTAGUE.
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 then will I be general of your woes,
And lead you even to death: meantime forbear,
And let mischance be slave to patience. —
Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
FRIAR.
I am the greatest, able to do least,
Yet most suspected, as the time and place
Doth make against me, of this direful murder;
And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
Myself condemned and myself excus'd.
PRINCE.
Then say at once what thou dost know in this.
