old, middle-aged and new kill’d. PRINCE. Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. FIRST WATCH. Sovereign, here lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. LADY CAPULET. She’s not well married that dies married young. Dry up your swords, you know I hate, Rather than Paris. These are news indeed. LADY CAPULET. Nurse, where’s my man? Give me my long sword, ho! LADY CAPULET. O heaven! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista’en, for lo, his house Is empty