it to me with Juliet. Where be these enemies? Capulet, Montague, See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! And I, for winking at your discords too, Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punish’d. CAPULET. O woful time! CAPULET. Death, that hath ta’en her hence to Mantua. Therefore stay yet, thou need’st not to me, As signal that thou hast heard