_First Watch._ The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:[1527] Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach.[1528] Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain; And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain this two days buried.[1529] 175 Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets: Raise up the Montagues: some others search:[1530][1531] We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;[1530][1532] But the true ground of all these piteous woes[1530][1532] We cannot without circumstance descry.[1532][1533] 180 _Re-enter some of the_ Watch, _with_ BALTHASAR. _Sec. Watch._ Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard.[1534] _First Watch._ Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither.[1535][1536] _Re-enter_ FRIAR LAURENCE, _and another_ Watchman. THIRD WATCH. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps: We took this mattock and this spade from him, As he was coming from this churchyard's side.[1537] 185 _First Watch._ A great suspicion: stay the friar too.[1535][1538] _Enter the_ Prince _and_ Attendants. _Prince._ What misadventure is so early up,[1539] That calls our person from our morning rest?[1540] _Enter_ CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, _and others_.[1541] _Cap._ What should it be that they so shriek abroad?[1542] _La. Cap._ The people in the street cry Romeo,[1543][1544] 190 Some Juliet, and some Paris, and all run With open outcry toward our monument.[1545] _Prince._ What fear is this which startles in our ears?[1546] _First Watch._ Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;[1547] And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, 195 Warm and new kill'd. _Prince._ Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.[1548] _First Watch._ Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man,[1547][1549] With instruments upon them fit to open These dead men's tombs.[1550] 200 _Cap._ O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds![1551] This dagger hath mista'en, for, lo, his house[1552] Is empty on the back of Montague,[1552] And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom![1552][1553] _La. Cap._ O me! this sight of death is as a bell 205 That warns my old age to a sepulchre. _Enter_ MONTAGUE _and others_.[1554] _Prince._ Come, Montague; for thou art early up, To see thy son and heir more early down.[1555] _Mon._ Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:[1556] 210 What further woe conspires against mine age?[1557] _Prince._ Look, and thou shalt see.[1558] _Mon._ O thou untaught! what manners is in this,[1559] To press before thy father to a grave?