Where be these enemies?—Capulet, Montague,

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,Paradox
And I, for winking at your discords too,
Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punished.

See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love

Capulet
O brother Montague, give me thy hand.
This is my daughter’s jointure, for no more
Can I demand.
Montague
But I can give thee more,
For I will ray her statue in pure gold,
That whiles Verona by that name is known,
There shall no figure at such rate be set
As that of true and faithful Juliet.
Capulet
As rich shall Romeo’s by his lady’s lie,
Poor sacrifices of our enmity.