| Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,Profaners of this neighbor-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 mistempered weapons to the ground,And hear the sentence of your moved prince. | … |
| Three civil brawls bred of an airy wordBy thee, old Capulet, and Montague, | … |
| Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streetsAnd made Verona’s ancient citizens | … |
| Cast by their grave-beseeming ornamentsTo wield old partisans in hands as old, | … |
| Cankered with peace, to part your cankered hate.If you ever 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. | … |
Prince monologue in Romeo and Juliet
September 5, 2019