Capulet. O heaven!—O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!
This dagger hath mista'en,—for, lo, [his house]
Is empty [on the back] of Montague,—
And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom!
Lady Capulet. O me! this sight of death is as a bell
That warns my [old age] to a sepulchre.
Enter Montague and others
Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
To see thy son and heir more early down.
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