And hear the sentence of your [moved] prince.—
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
And made Verona's [ancient] citizens
Cast by their [grave beseeming] ornaments,
To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
[Canker'd with peace,] to part your canker'd hate.
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.—