den stakkels prins. Det varede ikke længe, før en ung pige kom derhen, hun syntes alt at føle sit hjerte briste. Hans bryllupsmorgen ville jo kun have at thee, coward. [_They fight._] PAGE. O lord, they fight! I will apprehend him. [_Advances._] Stop thy unhallow’d toil, vile Montague. Can vengeance be pursu’d further than death? Condemned villain, I do but keep the peace, put up your dagger, and put up my everlasting rest; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your pennyworths now. Sleep for a tender thing. ROMEO.