Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,—
Will they not hear? What, ho! You men, you beasts,
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
Throw your mistemper’d weapons to the ground
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.
For this time all the rest depart away:
You, Capulet, shall go along with me,
And Montague, come you this afternoon,
To know our farther pleasure in this case,
To old Free-town, our common judgement-place.
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. [_Exeunt Prince and Attendants; Capulet, Lady Capulet, Tybalt,
 Citizens and Servants._]MONTAGUE.
Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
BENVOLIO.
Here were the servants of your adversary And yours, close fighting ere I did approach. 
I drew to part them, in the instant came The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar’d, 
Which, as he breath’d defiance to my ears, He swung about his head, and cut the winds, 
Who nothing hurt withal, hiss’d him in scorn. While we were interchanging thrusts and blows 
Came more and more, and fought on part and part, 
Till the Prince came, who parted either part.
LADY MONTAGUE.
O where is Romeo, saw you him today? Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
BENVOLIO.
Madam, an hour before the worshipp’d sun Peer’d forth the golden window of the east, 
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad, 
Where underneath the grove of sycamore That westward rooteth from this city side, 
So early walking did I see your son. Towards him I made, but he was ware of me, 
And stole into the covert of the wood. 

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