CAPULET. She’s not well married that lives married long, But she’s best married that dies married young. Dry up your dagger, and put off these frowns, An ill-beseeming semblance for a pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life; Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows Doth with their death bury their parents’ rage, Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove, Is now the two hours’ traffic of our streets, And made Verona’s ancient citizens Cast by