Translation of Lines 89-105 Prince: Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Rebellious citizens who disrupted the peace, Profaners

of this neighbor-stained steel Men who turn against their own neighbors Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts, Will anyone listen to me? There! You men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage That relieves the fire of your destructive rage With purple mountains issuing from your veins! With your veins bulging purple! On pain of torture, from those bloody hands With the pain of torture from those bloody hands Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground Throw your ill-willed weapons to the ground And hear the sentence of your moved prince And listen to the punishment issued by me. Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word Three fights broke out, starting with just one word By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, From you, old Capulet, and you, Montague, Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets The peace of our streets were disturbed three times And made Veronas ancient citizens And made Veronas senior citizens