describes his
daughter's death as a kind of awful mistake wherein 's dagger has become somehow sheathed, by
its own volition, in her bosom rather than in his scabbard. Capulet says to ,
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-sheathed in my daughter's bosom...
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