CAPULET: Oh wife, look how our daughter bleeds! That knife is mistaken—for look, its sheath on that Montague lies empty, and it has misplaced itself in my daughter's breast!
LADY CAPULET: Oh me! This sight of death is like a bell that summons me to my grave.
PRINCE ESCALUS: Come, Montague. You're early up to see your boy early down.
MONTAGUE: Oh my liege, my wife died tonight. Grief over my son's exile has stopped her breath. What further pain must my old age endure?
PRINCE ESCALUS: Look, and you'll see.
MONTAGUE: Oh, undisciplined boy! Where are your manners, pushing past your father on the way to the grave?!?
PRINCE ESCALUS: Hold your words of outrage for a while, till we can clear away these mysteries and learn their true origins. And then I will be like a general to you, leading you in your grief, perhaps even to your deaths. In the meantime, patience.