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Prince. Then fay at once what thou dost know in this:
Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath
But, as it seems, did violence on her self.
Prince. We still have known thee for an holy man.
Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death,
Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it.
Page. He came with flowers to strew his Lady's grave, And bid me stand aloof, and so I did : Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb, And by and by my master drew on him, And then I ran away to call the Watch.
Prince. This letter doth make good the Friar's words,
Cap. O brother Mountague, give me thy hand,
Moun. But I can give thee more,
uc in pure gold.
That while Verona by that name is known,
Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lye;
The sun for forrow will not shew his head; Go hence to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe, Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. [Exeunt omnes.