30553006We tooke this Mattocke and this Spade from him,

30563007As he was comming from this Church-yards side.

30573008 Chief watch. A great suspition, stay the Frier too too.

30593010Prin. What misaduenture is so early vp,

30603011That calls our person from our morning rest?

30623013Ca. What should it be that is so shrike abroad?

30633014Wife. O the people in the street crie Romeo,

30643015Some Iuliet, and some Paris, and all runne

30653016With open outcry toward our Monument.

30663017 Pr. What feare is this which startles in your eares?

30673018Watch. Soueraine, here lies the County Paris slain,

30683019And Romeo dead, and Iuliet dead before,

30693020Warme and new kild.

30703021 Prin. Search, seeke & know how this foule murder (comes.

30723022Wat. Here is a Frier, and Slaughter Romeos man,

30733023With Instruments vpon them, fit to open

30743024These dead mens Tombes.

30763026Ca. O heauens! O wife looke how our daughter (bleeds!

30773027This dagger hath mistane, for loe his house

30783028Is emptie on the back of Mountague,

30793029And it missheathd in my daughters bosome.

30803030Wife. O me, this sight of death, is as a Bell

30813031That warnes my old age to a sepulcher.

30833033Prin. Come Mountague, for thou art early vp

30843034To see thy sonne and heire, now earling downe.

30853035Moun. Alas my liege, my wife is dead to night,

30863036Griefe of my sonnes exile hath stopt her breath.

30873037What further woe conspires against mine age?

30883038Prin. Looke and thou shalt see.

30893039Moun. O thou vntaught, what maners is in this,

30903040To presse before thy father to a graue?

30913041Prin. Seale vp the mouth of outrage for a while,

30923042Till we can cleare these ambiguities,