ACT III.
1. Scene I. A public Place.
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Lady Capulet.
 
He is a kinsman to the Montague,
 
Affection makes him false, he speaks not true:
 
Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
 
And all those twenty could but kill one life.
 
I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;
 
Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live. 
 
Prince.
 
Romeo slew him; he slew Mercutio:
 
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? 
 
Montague.
 
Not Romeo, prince; he was Mercutio's friend;
 
His fault concludes but what the law should end,
 
The life of Tybalt. 
 
Prince.
 
And for that offence
 
Immediately we do exile him hence:
 
I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,
 
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;
 
But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine
 
That you shall all repent the loss of mine:
 
I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;
 
Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses,
 
Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,
 
Else, when he is found, that hour is his last.
 
Bear hence this body, and attend our will:
 
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
 
 
[Exeunt.] 
 
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