_Mount_: Dread Souereigne, my Wife is dead to night, And yong _Benuolio_ is deceased too: What further mischiefe can there yet be found? _Prin_: First come and see, then speake. 150 _Mount_: O thou vntaught, what manners is in this To presse before thy Father to a graue. _Prin_: Come seale your mouthes of outrage for a while, And let vs seeke to finde the Authors out Of such a hainous and seld seene mischaunce. 155 Bring forth the parties in suspition. _Fr_: I am the greatest able to doo least. Most worthie Prince, heare me but speake the truth. And Ile informe you how these things fell out. _Juliet_ here slaine was married to that _Romeo_, 160 Without her Fathers or her Mothers grant: The Nurse was priuie to the marriage. The balefull day of this vnhappie marriage, Was _Tybalts_ doomesday: for which _Romeo_ Was banished from hence to _Mantua_. 165 He gone, her Father sought by foule constraint To marrie her to _Paris_: But her Soule (Loathing a second Contract) did refuse To giue consent; and therefore did she vrge me Either to finde a meanes she might auoyd 170 What so her Father sought to force her too: Or els all desperately she threatned Euen in my presence to dispatch her selfe. Then did I giue her, (tutord by mine arte) A potion that should make her seeme as dead: 175 And told her that I would with all post speed Send hence to _Mantua_ for her _Romeo_, That he might come and take her from the Toombe. But he that had my Letters (Frier _John_) Seeking a Brother to associate him, 180 Whereas the sicke infection remaind, Was stayed by the Searchers of the Towne, But _Romeo_ vnderstanding by his man, That _Iuliet_ was deceasde, returnde in post Vnto _Verona_ for to see his loue. 185 What after happened touching _Paris_ death, Or _Romeos_ is to me vnknowne at all. But when I came to take the Lady hence, I found them dead, and she awakt from sleep: Whom faine I would haue taken from the tombe, 190 Which she refused seeing R_omeo_ dead. Anone I heard the watch and then I fled, What after happened I am ignorant of. And if in this ought haue miscaried. By me, or by my meanes let my old life 195 Be sacrificd some houre before his time. To the most strickest rigor of the Law. _Pry_: We still haue knowne thee for a holy man, Wheres _Romeos_ man, what can he say in this? _Balth_: I brought my maister word that shee was dead, 200 And then he poasted straight from _Mantua_, Vnto this Toombe. These Letters he deliuered me, Charging me early giue them to his Father.