Prince monologue in Romeo and Juliet

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.