And then in post he came from Mantua To this same wayward girl is so reclaim’d. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. A Room in Capulet’s House. ACT II Enter Chorus. CHORUS. Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal cannon’s womb. APOTHECARY. Such mortal drugs I have, for both are infinite. I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu. [_Nurse