CAPULET.
As rich shall Romeo’s by his lady’s lie,
Poor sacrifices of our enmity.
PRINCE.
A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun for sorrow will not show his head.
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things.
Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished,
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
[Exeunt.]