What misadventure is so early up

Prince
What misadventure is so early up
That calls our person from our morning rest?
  Enter Capulet and Lady Capulet.
Capulet
What should it be that is so shrieked abroad?
Lady Capulet
O, the people in the street cry “Romeo,”
Some “Juliet,” and some “Paris,” and all run
With open outcry toward our monument.

Seal up the mouth of outrage for awhile,
Till we can clear these ambiguities
And know their spring, their head, their true descent

Prince
What fear is this which startles in our ears?
First Watch
Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain,
And Romeo dead, and Juliet, dead before,
Warm and new killed.
Prince
Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.
First Watch
Here is a friar, and slaughtered Romeo’s man,
With instruments upon them fit to open
These dead men’s tombs.
Capulet
O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!
This dagger hath mista’en, for, lo, his house
Is empty on the back of Montague,
And it mis-sheathèd in my daughter’s bosom.
Lady Capulet
O me, this sight of death is as a bell
That warns my old age to a sepulcher.
  Enter Montague.
Prince
Come, Montague, for thou art early up
To see thy son and heir now early down.
Montague
Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight.
Grief of my son’s exile hath stopped her breath.
What further woe conspires against mine age?
Prince
Look, and thou shalt see.
Montague, seeing Romeo dead
O thou untaught! What manners is in this,
To press before thy father to a grave?
Prince
Seal up the mouth of outrage for awhile,
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.