Prin: Search seeke about to finde the murderers.
Enter olde Capolet and his Wife.
Capo: What rumor's this that is so early vp?
Moth: The people in the streetes crie Romeo,
And some on Iuliet: as if they alone 140
Had been the cause of such a mutinie.
Capo: See Wife, this dagger hath mistooke:
For (loe) the backe is emptie of yong Mountague,
And it is sheathed in our Daughters breast.
Enter olde Montague.
Prin: Come Mountague, for thou art early vp, 145
To see thy Sonne and Heire more early downe.
Mount: Dread Souereigne, my Wife is dead to night,
And yong Benuolio is deceased too:
What further mischiefe can there yet be found?
Prin: First come and see, then speake. 150
Mount: O thou vntaught, what manners is in this
To presse before thy Father to a graue.