Speeches (Lines) for Prince Escalus in "The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet"

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1 I, 1, 101
  • Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
    Profaners of this neighbour-stained s...
  • Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
    Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--
    Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
    That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
    With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
    On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
    Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
    And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
    Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
    By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
    Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
    And made Verona's ancient citizens
    Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
    To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
    Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
    If ever you disturb our streets again,
    Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
    For this time, all the rest depart away:
    You Capulet; shall go along with me:
    And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
    To know our further pleasure in this case,
    To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
    Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
  • (stage directions). [Enter PRINCE, with Attendants]

    Prince Escalus. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
    Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--
    Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
    That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
    With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
    On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
    Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
    And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
    Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
    By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
    Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
    And made Verona's ancient citizens
    Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
    To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
    Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
    If ever you disturb our streets again,
    Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
    For this time, all the rest depart away:
    You Capulet; shall go along with me:
    And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
    To know our further pleasure in this case,
    To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
    Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

2 III, 1, 1658
  • Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
  • Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
  • First Citizen. Up, sir, go with me;
    I charge thee in the princes name, obey.
    [Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their]
    Wives, and others]

    Prince Escalus. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

3 III, 1, 1668
  • Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
  • Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
  • Lady Capulet. Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!
    O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt
    O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
    For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.
    O cousin, cousin!

    Prince Escalus. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?

4 III, 1, 1700
  • Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
    Who now the price of his dear blood doth o...
  • Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
    Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
  • 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 Escalus. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
    Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

5 III, 1, 1705
  • And for that offence
    Immediately we do exile him hence:
    I have an intere...
  • 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's found, that hour is his last.
    Bear hence this body and attend our will:
    Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
  • Montague. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;
    His fault concludes but what the law should end,
    The life of Tybalt.

    Prince Escalus. 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's found, that hour is his last.
    Bear hence this body and attend our will:
    Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

6 V, 3, 3160
  • What misadventure is so early up,
    That calls our person from our morning's r...
  • What misadventure is so early up,
    That calls our person from our morning's rest?
  • (stage directions). [Enter the PRINCE and Attendants]

    Prince Escalus. What misadventure is so early up,
    That calls our person from our morning's rest?

7 V, 3, 3167
  • What fear is this which startles in our ears?
  • What fear is this which startles in our ears?
  • Lady Capulet. The people in the street cry Romeo,
    Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run,
    With open outcry toward our monument.

    Prince Escalus. What fear is this which startles in our ears?

8 V, 3, 3171
  • Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.
  • Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.
  • First Watchman. Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;
    And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,
    Warm and new kill'd.

    Prince Escalus. Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.

9 V, 3, 3182
  • Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
    To see thy son and heir more early do...
  • Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
    To see thy son and heir more early down.
  • (stage directions). [Enter MONTAGUE and others]

    Prince Escalus. Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
    To see thy son and heir more early down.

10 V, 3, 3187
  • Look, and thou shalt see.
  • Look, and thou shalt see.
  • Montague. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;
    Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:
    What further woe conspires against mine age?

    Prince Escalus. Look, and thou shalt see.

11 V, 3, 3190
  • Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
    Till we can clear these ambiguitie...
  • Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
    Till we can clear these ambiguities,
    And know their spring, their head, their
    true descent;
    And then will I be general of your woes,
    And lead you even to death: meantime forbear,
    And let mischance be slave to patience.
    Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
  • Montague. O thou untaught! what manners is in this?
    To press before thy father to a grave?

    Prince Escalus. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
    Till we can clear these ambiguities,
    And know their spring, their head, their
    true descent;
    And then will I be general of your woes,
    And lead you even to death: meantime forbear,
    And let mischance be slave to patience.
    Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

12 V, 3, 3203
  • Then say at once what thou dost know in this.
  • Then say at once what thou dost know in this.
  • Friar Laurence. I am the greatest, able to do least,
    Yet most suspected, as the time and place
    Doth make against me of this direful murder;
    And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
    Myself condemned and myself excused.

    Prince Escalus. Then say at once what thou dost know in this.

13 V, 3, 3245
  • We still have known thee for a holy man.
    Where's Romeo's man? what can he sa...
  • We still have known thee for a holy man.
    Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?
  • Friar Laurence. I will be brief, for my short date of breath
    Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
    Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;
    And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:
    I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day
    Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death
    Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city,
    For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.
    You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
    Betroth'd and would have married her perforce
    To County Paris: then comes she to me,
    And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean
    To rid her from this second marriage,
    Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
    Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
    A sleeping potion; which so took effect
    As I intended, for it wrought on her
    The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo,
    That he should hither come as this dire night,
    To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
    Being the time the potion's force should cease.
    But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
    Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight
    Return'd my letter back. Then all alone
    At the prefixed hour of her waking,
    Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
    Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
    Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
    But when I came, some minute ere the time
    Of her awaking, here untimely lay
    The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
    She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,
    And bear this work of heaven with patience:
    But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;
    And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
    But, as it seems, did violence on herself.
    All this I know; and to the marriage
    Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this
    Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
    Be sacrificed, some hour before his time,
    Unto the rigour of severest law.

    Prince Escalus. We still have known thee for a holy man.
    Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?

14 V, 3, 3253
  • Give me the letter; I will look on it.
    Where is the county's page, that rais...
  • Give me the letter; I will look on it.
    Where is the county's page, that raised the watch?
    Sirrah, what made your master in this place?
  • Balthasar. I brought my master news of Juliet's death;
    And then in post he came from Mantua
    To this same place, to this same monument.
    This letter he early bid me give his father,
    And threatened me with death, going in the vault,
    I departed not and left him there.

    Prince Escalus. Give me the letter; I will look on it.
    Where is the county's page, that raised the watch?
    Sirrah, what made your master in this place?

15 V, 3, 3261
  • This letter doth make good the friar's words,
    Their course of love, the tidi...
  • This letter doth make good the friar's words,
    Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
    And here he writes that he did buy a poison
    Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
    Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
    Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!
    See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
    That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
    And I for winking at your discords too
    Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.
  • Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;
    And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:
    Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb;
    And by and by my master drew on him;
    And then I ran away to call the watch.

    Prince Escalus. This letter doth make good the friar's words,
    Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
    And here he writes that he did buy a poison
    Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
    Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
    Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!
    See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
    That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
    And I for winking at your discords too
    Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.

16 V, 3, 3281
  • A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
    The sun, for sorrow, will not...
  • 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.
  • Capulet. As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;
    Poor sacrifices of our enmity!

    Prince Escalus. 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.

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