For this time, all the rest depart away.—
You, Capulet, shall go along with me;—
And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
To know our further pleasure in this case,
To old [Freetown,] our common judgment-place.—
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
[Exeunt all but Montague, Lady Montague, and Benvolio.
Montague. Who [set] this ancient quarrel new abroach?
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
Benvolio. Here were the servants of your [adversary]