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 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
  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 to-day? 
  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 the city's 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;
  I, measuring his affections by my own,
  Which then most sought where most might not be found,
  Being one too many by my weary self,
  Pursued my humour, not pursuing his,
  And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.  
Montague: Many a morning hath he there been seen,

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