FRIAR              I will be brief, for my short date of breath                         Is not so long as is a tedious tale.                         Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet,                         And she, there dead, that Romeo’s faithful wife:                         I married them, and their stol’n marriage day                         Was Tybalt’s doomsday, whose untimely death […]

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 condemnèd and myself excused. PRINCE           Then say at once what thou dost know in this. (5.3.223-228) […]

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. Mean time forbear,                         And let mischance be slave to patience. […]

                        Enter MONTAGUE. PRINCE           Come, Montague, for thou art early up                         To see thy son and heir now early down. MONTAGUE   Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight;                         Grief of my son’s exile hath stopped her breath.                         What further woe conspires against mine age? PRINCE           Look and thou shalt see.                         [Montague […]