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Cap. Oh brother Mountague, give me thy hand,
Moun. But I can give thee more,
Cap. As rich shall Romeo by this lady lie,
Prin. A gloomy peace this morning with it brings, Let Romeo's
man and let the boy attend us : We'll hence and farther scan these fad disasters : Well may you mourn, my Lords, (now wise too late) These tragic issues of your mutual hate : From private feuds, what dire misfortunes flow; Whate'er the cause, the sure effect is WOE.
F IN I S.