Third+person

Sampson and Gregory walked together down a street in Verona. They carried with them swords and bucklers. They were servants of the house Capulet. They exchanged small talk, but their talk soon moved to the Montagues, their house’s bitter rival. Sampson exclaimed, “I will take the high side of the wall if a Montague were here.” Gregory agreed with this. The hatred between the houses extended from the Lords all the way down to the servants. “Look, here comes a Montague now, I shall bite my thumb at him,” said Gregory with a laugh. Gregory made the gesture at two serving men of the Montague household, Abram and Balthazar. Abram saw the gesture and yelled back, “do you bite your thumb at me Montague?” Sampson reasoned that he would be in trouble if he owned up, so he said no. “You lie, I saw it, you are no better than I, we are just serving men.” “No, I am better.” The serving men began to fight, while Benvolio, a Montague noble, approached them. He broke up the fight. Tybalt, a fiery Capulet, ran to the fray and yelled at Benvolio. “I hate you, you filthy Montague, how dare one of your kind try to create peace between us!” said Tybalt. He then punched Benvolio in the face, and a fight ensued. Shorty an officer ran to the fighting Montagues and Capulets, breaking up the fray for good. Lord and Lady Capulet saw the commotion and approached the scene. Lord Capulet exclaimed, “Get me my sword! Where is my sword!” Lady Capulet countered, “Do not fight him!” “Why? I need my sword, see how old Montague flourishes his sword at me! See, now he has come to fight!” Lord Montague brandished his sword, but his wife held him back. The Prince and his train had been informed of the brawl and had come to the scene. The Prince yelled out to everybody, “Stop, all of you. You are acting like animals! I don’t want any trouble, so everybody be gone! If this occurs again, you will pay with your life. Now be gone, all of you !” Everybody but Benvelio, Lord Montague and Lady Montague left the street. “My goodness Benvolio, my nephew, what started this quarrel?” inquired Lord Montague. Benvolio described the scene to Montague. The Lady interrupted, “Have you seen my son Romeo?” “I saw him before, pacing through the trees, he seemed sad, I will try to see what’s going on with him,” said Benvolio. Benvolio set out to find his cousin. He found him sitting, with a sad expression encompassing his whole being. “What happened to you?” said Benvolio. “I, I’m in love,” said Romeo. “Oh, so that’s it is it, with who?” “Rosaline, she’s so beautiful, but she doesn’t love me back, she has sworn to live a life of chastity, so her beauty is wasted! Oh, life is unfair!” “Its ok Romeo, there’s plenty of other girls out there, you’ll find one.” “No I won’t, she’s the only one for me, the most beautiful girl in the world.” “I don’t know about that, I’m sure you can find somebody else.” “no, you can never make me forget about her.” “I will do just that.” Benvolio left Romeo to his misery, thinking of ways to make him forget about Rosaline.
 * Third person: **

Meanwhile, Lord Capulet walked with Paris, a nobleman related to the Prince. Paris expressed his desire to marry Capulet’s fourteen year old daughter, Juliet. “Oh, but Paris, she is so young, wait a few years and I promise you shall have her hand in marriage.” “I understand, Lord Capulet.” “Good, good. Tonight I am having a masquerade party! You are invited!” “Thank you, I will be there.” “Great, where is Peter?” “I am here, my lord,” said the serving man Peter. “Peter, here is a list of people to invite to my party tonight, go out and inform them of the event.” “Yes sire.” “Good man.” Peter took the list and thought to himself, //“it would be so much easier if I could read, ill never be able to invite anybody if I can’t read who I’m supposed to invite!”.// He pondered what to do, and too his relief saw Benvolio and Romeo walking down the street. Unknowing that the nobles were Montagues, he asked them to read the list of invites. They read them for Peter, who in gratitude told them to attend the party. Romeo saw Rosaline’s name on the list and was willing to go only because she would be there. Benvolio hoped that he would see somebody else at the party that he would become interested in.

Lady Capulet wanted to speak with her daughter and told the nurse to call her into the room. The nurse exclaimed that Juliet was just a lamb at the age of twelve. Juliet entered and asked her mother why she had called her. Lady Capulet told the nurse that she needed to speak alone with Juliet but then changed her mind and asked the nurse to share in their conversation. They began to speak of Juliet’s age and how she was at the age of Betrothal and would be fourteen in a couple of weeks. The nurse then started to tell of how her daughter Susan was about the same age as Juliet. She became nostalgic and emotional as she talked about her deceased daughter. Lady Capulet then said that the nurse should hold her tongue on the matter for it was not the present topic. The nurse asked Juliet if she would say yes to a betrothal and expected the answer to be, of course. When Juliet replies, the nurse became joyful that she would have her wish of seeing Juliet married off. Lady Capulet then asked Juliet what she would think of being married. Juliet replies that marriage is not something she looks forward to. Lady Capulet then pointed out how she and many other women were married younger then Juliet’s age. The nurse and Lady Capulet then tried to persuade Juliet to be interested in Paris. They described him as a man of wax and a flower in faith. They also compared him to a wonderful book that was only lacking in a cover, or, a wife. They asked Juliet if she would consent to trying to like Paris. She consented, but she would only do what they asked and nothing more for the cause. A servant then entered and reported of the guests’ arrival. Lady Capulet and the nurse followed with Juliet, biding her to enjoy herself.

Benvolio, Mercutio, and Romeo decide to crash the Capulet’s party. Romeo is still madly in love with Rosaline and he is sad she doesn’t want to marry him, so he refuses to dance at the party. His friends tell him he should forget about her because there will be many other girls at the party. Romeo is so depressed and he feels so bad about himself. He refuses to dance at the party while Benvolio and Mercutio try to convince him to. Romeo tries to convince them not to even go to the party because he had a dream, but before he could tell it, Mercutio went on saying how there is a fairy that is tiny and Romeo must have been with him, this frustrates Romeo, so he just tells Mercutio to shut up. Romeo says he predicts that going to this party will result in something terrible, it will result in his own death. In the household of the Capulets, a celebration is being held. The servants are working hard to make sure everything goes well and they set aside food for themselves because they want to enjoy the party as well. From across the room, Romeo sees Juliet for the first time. But he does not know she is a Capulet. Romeo immediately falls in love with Juliet and his thoughts of Rosaline are removed from his brain. Tybalt recognizes Romeo from the crowd and he realizes that a Montague is present at the party. He gets his page to get his sword and feels that Romeo is here to mock the party. According to Tybalt, killing Romeo would not be considered a crime and Tybalt would do the family some honor. “Tybalt, why are you so angry? What’s going on,” Capulet says as he approaches his nephew. Tybalt, angry as can be, says, “Uncle, don’t you see? A Montague is present at this party. He has come to mock our party.” Capulet says, “Is it Romeo?” Angrily, Tybalt said, “Yes, the villain Romeo.” Capulet knew Romeo was a gentleman. In fact, he knew that Romeo had a reputation for being an innocent and well-behaved man. He had this reputation all throughout Verona. Capulet didn’t want to insult Romeo in his own house even if someone gave him all the money in this town. And he said this to Tybalt as well. “Calm down and ignore him. That’s all I ask. If you respect my wishes, then you’ll be pleasant and stop frowning because you shouldn’t be acting like such at a feast,” Capulet says. Tybalt refuses to act like this and Capulet scolds him. By this point, Tybalt is angry and can not bear to be patient. He leaves the party but still feels that Romeo’s prank will come back to him in the future. Meanwhile, Romeo approaches Juliet and takes her hand. They talk and metaphorically speaking, Juliet is a saint and Romeo is a person who wishes his sins were erased. He tries to convince her to kiss him because it is her kiss that Romeo’s sins may be absolved. Juliet stays still as Romeo kisses her. Juliet then tells Romeo that his sins are removed from his lips, but they are now on hers. For the sin to be removed, Romeo should kiss her again, and that he did.  The Nurse comes and tells Juliet that her mother wants to talk to her. Romeo asks who Juliet’s mother is. The Nurse tells Romeo that Lady Capulet is her mother. Romeo is doomed and realizes that it is a heavy price to pay. Benvolio shows up and they both leave the party. Juliet, feeling the same way as Romeo, asks the Nurse to identify some young men without getting any suspicions. She finds out that the boy she is in love with is a Montague and learns that his name is Montague. She is filled with misery as she follows the Nurse from the hall. Benvolio was walking aimlessly around the Plaza, calling out for his cousin Romeo, trying vainly to find him. Bevolio met up with Mercutio in the Plaza, calling out to him, “Mercutio, Mercutio, come here!” Mercutio ran over, and replied, “Romeo is a passionate madman. He is so in love. Yet a smart boy. Just call upon him in the name of his love, Rosaline. Call upon him by her red lips, bright eyes, High forehead and trembling thighs.” “If he hears you he will be mad Mercutio, watch yourself.” Benvolio answered. “No he wouldn’t. He would be mad if I summoned someone to have sex with Rosaline other than him” “He’s most likely hidden among the trees.” Bevolio added. “There is no point in looking for him if he doesn’t want to be found” Mercutio said with common sense. They then walked away, planning to look for Romeo in another place. The sun has gone down hours ago. It is now completely black out besides the soft glow of the round moon and spattering of tiny stars that hang around it, almost like a mobile. Juliet emerges from her chambers and pads out onto her balcony which overlooks her garden. The party downstairs has subsided and the only noise to be heard is the clang and clattering of the servants cleaning up. Her hair was just combed out and hangs by her sides. She appears almost angel like. Juliet breathes in the cool air, reflecting on all that has happened that night. Who was to know she would meet her true love, Romeo, this very night? Romeo now over-took all other thoughts and desires in her mind, like a disease takes over ones entire body. “Oh, Romeo, Romeo be some other name, any other name!” she pleads. That seems to be her only problem; Romeo is a Montague. He bears the name of her family’s greatest enemy. Of all the fine young men at the party, it was Romeo who captured her heart! Juliet proceeds to voice her deep sadness for the matter. “What is a Montague anyway? It is not a leg nor arm nor anything else that belongs to a man. Oh be some other name! A rose would smell just as sweet if it were called by another name. Romeo would still be as perfect to me if he weren’t called Romeo. Please lose your name – which has nothing to do with you – and take me in exchange.” If only her parents would know of this! They would be boiling over with anger at such thoughts! This did not matter to her, for Romeo was the one she wanted in her arms. Romeo was the she loved! Love is blind, and does not pick and chose. Love takes your whole being over when you least expect it. This, Juliet knew for sure. At that moment exactly, a voice right under her balcony made her jump. “Trust my word, call me your love, and I’ll take a new name. From now on I’ll never again be Romeo”, the voice declared. Juliet’s face immediately flushed, when the possibility arose that this stranger could have heard her most intimate thoughts! How could this stranger have climbed the high walls of the orchard!? As she questioned this person, she came to realize that this was her love, Romeo, in her garden. She had yet to hear him speak a hundred words, but she would know his voice from others. Oh! Sweet Romeo had come to her! How romantic this was, she thought! Romeo professed his love to her many times over, as she did the same to him. But anxiety eventually took her over, and she warned him that her relatives would kill him if they found him there. He dismissed such words, saying how his passion and love make him immune. Oh how gallant he is, Juliet muses. A slow blush creeps up her pale cheeks for the second time this night. Indeed, this is so much for one night! Juliet, not yet fourteen, has never experienced so many emotions all at once. Juliet finds that she cannot keep a smile from her lips. She slowly tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear, smiling all the while. As much as she hopes all this will last, a rising sense that his love is false cannot stop her from questioning his devotion. Romeo, to her joy, quells her alarm. A shrill voice from within the walls of her chamber startles both her and Romeo. It is her Nurse. She quickly rushes inside to see what the matter is. Juliet rushes out again to tell Romeo that she will send someone to find out if his love //really is honorable//. Being summoned to her nurse a second time, she reappears to tell him the nine in the morning is the time for when her messenger will call. Not wanting to see him go, she hangs on to every second they have. She wishes him good night, drawing out every word. She can tell he is doing the same. Oh, how love can pull at your heart! For now though, she must rest upon the fact that tomorrow she will see him again. Friar Lawrence was walking out in Verona’s countryside when Romeo, excited, ran to meet him. “Good morning, Father,” Romeo called, panting and clutching at his sides. “Why are you up so early?” Friar Lawrence asked, raising his head to see Romeo and shielding his eyes from the newly risen sun. “Or, if I got it right, you never went to bed,” he said, clucking his tongue and continued to pick the herbs that grew in bunches on the hillside. “The last guess was right,” Romeo admitted. “I rested better without going to bed.” “Romeo! You sinned with Rosaline?” Friar Lawrence asked, scandalized. “Rosaline? I have forgotten her, Father, and the heartache that she brought me,” Romeo returned, without a sad note in his tone. Friar Lawrence straightened up. “Well, if you weren’t at Rosaline’s, then where were you?” Romeo said, “Fine, fine, I’ll tell you, before you ask me again. I’ve been feasting with my enemy. Someone has wounded me with their love; I have likewise wounded them. With your help, the wounds can be healed.” Friar Lawrence crinkled his brow. “What are you talking about? Say it clearly,” he said, scratching his head. “Then know, clearly, that I love Capulet’s daughter, and she loves me. You have to marry us—I’ll tell you the details of our meeting later—but please just marry us today.” “Holy Saint Francis! This is such a sudden change! Is Rosaline //so// quickly forgotten? Young men’s love, then, must be from their eyes, not their hearts.” Romeo looked like he wanted to interrupt the Friar’s tirade, but Friar Lawrence continued to speak. “Jesus and Mary, how many tears you’ve cried for Rosaline! How many tears from unrequited love! See, your cheek: there are still tear stains from the pain Rosaline caused you. All this pain, and much more! Surely you can’t expect women to be faithful when men are so fickle.” Romeo began to look angered, annoyed. “You scolded me all the time for loving Rosaline,” he retorted. “For stalking and obsessing, not for loving, my student,” Friar Lawrence said, clucking his tongue once again. “And you told me to suppress my love,” Romeo continued, gathering momentum in his accusations. “I never told you to stop loving Rosaline, only to find a new girl to love in less than a day!” “Please, Father, don’t make fun of me. Now the girl I love returns my love. Rosaline didn’t,” Romeo said, looking like a balloon whose air had just escaped through an unseen hole. “Oh, Romeo, Rosaline knew that you didn’t really know what love was. But cheer up, young Romeo; I’ll help you with your marriage to Juliet. Perhaps your marriage will end the family feud.” Romeo started to run back towards the monastery and looked back to where Friar Lawrence was strolling along. He stopped to examine some plants, and Romeo grew more exasperated every time he lingered. “Come, Father, let’s go! We have to hurry!” he called. “Go at a steady pace; those who rush will stumble,” Friar Lawrence called back, chuckling a bit. Benvolio and Mercutio are wondering where Romeo is, and why he didn’t return home the night before. They then start talking about how Romeo received a letter from Tybalt, which was probably a challenge, and that Romeo should take it. Mercutio tells Benvolio how Tybalt is a great fighter and he can defeat anybody. Just then Romeo appears, and Mercutio says he looks skinny. He tells Romeo he faked them out the night before and Romeo doesn’t know what they mean. Mercutio is implying that Romeo was doing something with a woman the night before, but Romeo insists he wasn’t. Then it turns into a joke and Romeo and Mercutio are having a joke battle. The nurse enters with her servant Peter. She is looking for Romeo and she asks Benvolio and Mercutio where he could be. She finds Romeo and asks to have a conversation with him, Benvolio and Mercutio leave. Romeo tells the nurse he wants to be with Juliet, and he tells her to give his regards to her. The nurse tells Romeo that Paris has always been the man she was intended to marry but Juliet hates him. Romeo tells her to give his compliments to her and then they all depart. Juliet paced back and forth across her bedroom floor, wringing her hands, her heart and thoughts racing. She had sent the Nurse at nine o’ clock, and the Nurse still wasn’t back with news of Romeo. Had the nurse not been able to find him? That couldn’t be! Oh god, that woman was so slow! Juliet sank to the floor and massaged her throbbing temples, worst case scenarios running through her head. Weren’t love’s messengers supposed to be fast? Lightning-quick? Able to turn night into day? Cupid himself had wings to help him carry Venus and fly as fast as the wind! Juliet glanced at the clock, and immediately wished she hadn’t. It was noon, three hours since she had sent the Nurse. Juliet silently screamed in frustration. //If she was young and in love like me, she’d move as fast as a ball//, Juliet thought. //My words would bring her to my love, and his words would bring her back to me. The old hag acts as if she’s already dead//, Juliet lamented. //Fat, slow, and as colorless as lead//. Just as she thought this last bitter thought, Juliet heard footsteps on the stairs. “Oh God, here she comes!” she cried, relief coursing through her body. She jumped up and ran to meet them at the door. “Nurse, oh sweet nurse, tell me what is going on!” Juliet breathed, clasping the Nurse’s hands as she entered the room. “Did you speak to Romeo? Quick, send your man away,” she said, gesturing to the boy at the Nurse’s side. “Peter, I’ll meet you at the gate”, the Nurse said solemnly. Why was she was speaking in such somber tones, Juliet wondered, peering at the Nurse’s face. Her usual droll and jolly smile was turned upside down, and she wore an unpleasantly sour expression on her fat face. “Nurse! What’s wrong? Why do you look so upset?” Juliet asked. Once again, she began imagining all the terrible things that the Nurse could have witnessed to make her act this way. Gulping back her fear, she clasped the Nurse’s hands tighter. “Even….even if the news is bad, please just tell me in a happy way. If the news is good, stop ruining it with your sour expression!” The Nurse sighed, avoiding Juliet’s eyes, as she sank into a chair. “Oh goodness, Juliet, just leave me alone for a minute, would you? My bones ache from running around, and I am so exhausted.” Juliet shook her head forcefully, unwillingly to let the Nurse evade her questions. //If only she had my youthful bones, and if only I had her news//, Juliet thought. “Please Nurse!” Juliet begged. “Please just tell me your news.” “Sweet Jesus, you’re in a hurry!” the Nurse griped, still avoiding Juliet’s accusing glares. “Can’t you just wait a moment? You must see how out of breath I am!” Juliet squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her fists. “How can you be out of breath when you have enough breath to tell me that you are out of breath?” she demanded. Opening her eyes, she glared at the Nurse with all the contained contempt she could muster. “Your excuses, they’re longer than the news itself! Is the news good or bad? Just answer that one question. Tell me if it’s good or bad, and I’ll patiently wait to hear all the details. Just tell me, so I can stop going out of my mind. Nurse, tell, me, is it good or bad?” The Nurse shook her head. “Oh Juliet, what a silly choice you’ve made! You don’t know how to choose your men. Romeo? No, not him, though his face and legs are handsomer than any other man’s. His hands and feet and body, they aren’t anything to write home about, and yet they're beyond compare. He's not the most well-mannered man in the world, but he's gentle as a lamb.” She sighed, wincing in pain from her aching muscles. “Well, do what you want, Juliet, and be good.” she said, slowly rising and dusting off her skirts. “Have you had lunch yet?” “No, I haven’t had lunch yet!” Juliet cried in exasperation. “And everything you just told me? I knew it all before. So tell me, what of our marriage? What about that?” The Nurse clutched her head dramatically. “Oh lord, my head is pounding! It feels like my head will split into a million pieces. Here, rub my aching back,” she demanded. Juliet reluctantly complied, kneading the Nurse’s floppy flesh. “Nope, other side-ugh, my poor back!” the Nurse moaned. “It’s entirely your fault, too, sending me running all over town. I could get sick and die, you know.” Juliet rolled her eyes, but tried a new tactic. “Nurse, believe me, I feel your pain,” she soothed. “But my sweet, loving Nurse, just tell me, what did Romeo say?” The Nurse sighed. “Romeo says, like the courteous, honest, kind and handsome gentleman that he is…..” The nurse trailed off, looking around suddenly. “Where is your mother, Juliet?” Juliet blinked in confusion. “My mother? She’s inside. Nurse, where else would she be?” Juliet turned away from the Nurse, contemplating her cryptic answer. She spun back around. “What a weird answer, Nurse! “Romeo says, like a gentleman, where is your mother?””. The Nurse planted a hand on her wide hips and shook an indignant finger in Juliet’s face. “You mustn’t be so impatient! You’re being absolutely ridiculous!” she spat. “This is not helping my aching bones one bit! From now on, take care of your messages yourself.” The Nurse turned to stalk off, but Juliet grabbed her arm and spun her back around. “You’re being ridiculous yourself, Nurse! Tell me what Romeo said!” The Nurse sighed in defeat and took Juliet’s hand. “Do you have permission to go to confession today?” she asked. “Yes, yes I do.” Juliet nodded. The Nurse glanced about the room as if to assure herself they were alone, and then dropped her voice to a whisper. “You must hurry over to Friar Lawrence’s cell. Romeo is there waiting to take you as his wife.” Juliet gasped. Romeo was waiting for her? And wife? Did she really say wife? “Ah, now I see your cheeks flush,” the Nurses said knowingly. “They’ll turn a pretty pink ever time you hear any news. Now, go to the church. I’ll go out and look for a rope ladder. Romeo will use it to climb into your window tonight. I, of course, will do all the work, and you will have all the pleasure, but soon you will be doing a wife’s work all night long,” the Nurse whispered, winking. Juliet turned an even deeper red, causing the Nurse to chuckle and pat her cheek. “Go, to Friar Lawrence’s cell. I’ll go to lunch.” With that, Juliet kissed the Nurse’s cheek and whispered shakily, “Wish me luck! And thank you, dear Nurse” before dashing out of the room.

“Let’s hope that God will be satisfied with this marriage, so nothing terrible happens and we don’t regret it,” the Friar said, turning his gaze to the low, heavy ceiling of the small, sparsely finished cell where he lived, and he and Romeo currently waited. “Amen, amen,” Romeo agreed enthusiastically, before once again lapsing into his love-induced trance. “Still, even if something terrible happens, it won’t change how I feel with one look at her. You can join our hands in marriage, death can destroy everything, but at least I could call her mine.” The Friar smiled gently. “It is wonderful that you love her so, but be careful, Romeo. These sudden joys have sudden endings. You must learn to love each other in moderation, or else you’ll get tired of it. You must always remember that.” Romeo opened his mouth to retort, but was interrupted by the lovely Juliet herself, who rushed in and immediately threw herself into Romeo’s arms. The Friar took note of this, sighing softly. //Ah, here she comes,// he thought. //With footsteps so light, she’ll never endure the rough, hard road of life. It’s a shame, really, how fragile and unreal pleasure sometimes is.// “Good evening, Friar.” Juliet said breathlessly, cheeks pink and eyes bright. “Romeo will thank you for the both of us,” the Friar said with a soft smile. “Well, I’ll thank him just as much, so we can be equal.” Juliet laughed. Romeo’s face softened at this, and took Juliet’s face in his hands. “Juliet, are you really as happy as I am? You’re so much better with words than I am. Please, tell me how wonderful our marriage is going to be.” Juliet gazed into his eyes for a moment, and then closed them as if to picture the words in her mind. “I can imagine so much more than I can actually say; I just have so much on my mind. Anyone who can just sit down and count all their money must be so poor.” She opened her eyes once more; they were shiny with tears. “Our love, Romeo, has made me so rich…I..I couldn’t even begin to count all that I have.” The young couple embraced once more, before the Friar’s loud coughing scared them apart. “Come with me, children.” The Friar said briskly. “We’ll marry you two in a flash. Because, not to be crude, but I am //not// leaving you two alone until you are married.” With that, the three left the cell.

The men, Benvolio and Mercutio, were walking down the road in Verona, arguing. Benvolio told Mercutio, “Don’t become too hot-headed today, because that’s what seems to happen when it’s hot out. The Montagues and Capulets are most definitely out in the streets today, so Mercutio, you probably should try to keep it cool.” Mercutio said, “Who, me? I think the only one you need to worry about is yourself, Benvolio. If you were to walk into a bar right now, you would be the one to take the bartender’s life for no reason. If the littlest thing gets you angry, you go on a full blown rampage. Benvolio asks, “Am I really like one of those guys?” “Yeah,” said Mercutio, “you are. If there were two of you in the same room, you would find something about each other that made you mad to start a fight and one would kill the other over a silly thing. And to think, you’re the one who wants to teach me a lesson about restraining myself!” Mercutio kept coming up with examples of Benvolio losing his cool, but then Benvolio said, “If I fought like you did, the price of my life insurance would be a lot higher,” and Mercutio thought that that was foolish.

Then, the two men find see the Capulets also on the street, and Tybalt was with them. Benvolio says, “Oh no. Here come the Capulets!” “Oh really? Well, I don’t care,” says Mercutio. “Hello gentleman,” says Tybalt, “I would like to have a word with you for a minute.” “You – want just a word with us? Can’t you make it interesting and add a punch or a few or something?” says Mercutio. Tybalt says haughtily, “I will if you give me a reason to.” “Can’t you just find one yourself?” Mercutio shoots back. “You hang out with Romeo.” Tybalt replies. “Hang out? Who do you think we are… musicians?” asks Mercutio. “If so, then you can expect nothing but noise coming from my fiddlestick of a sword.” Benvolio said, “Really, Mercutio? You are in a public place right now. Can’t you take this somewhere private with Tybalt?” “No. Anything I do, anyone can see,” says Mercutio. “I don’t care.” “Oh, speak of the devilish villain. Here comes Romeo!” Tybalt sneered. “Tybalt, I love you for a reason I cannot express right now. Please, I am no villain! You do not know me!” says Romeo. “Your words don’t mean any thing to me! Draw your sword now villain!” Tybalt said “I disagree. I love you like a brother, Tybalt! Capulet is a name that I love as much as my own name!” Romeo said. Mercutio draws his sword saying, “Swords will end this surrender!” As Tybalt and Mercutio fight, Romeo stands between them saying, “I will not let this go on. You cannot fight like this!” Then, Tybalt sneakily thrusted his sword in between Romeo’s arm, and makes Mercutio fall to the ground. Mercutio says, “A plague on both the houses!” Tybalt flees, and Mercutio dies after being taken to the doctors. Tybalt then comes back and wants to fight Romeo. He tells Romeo he’s about to go to heaven with Mercutio. Romeo and Tybalt fight, and Tybalt falls. Benvolio tells Romeo to leave and run, for he will have consequences to this action. The prince comes running and asks Benvolio what happened. He tells them everything he knows, but Lady Capulet disagrees. She says, “Tybalt was my beloved nephew! How could Romeo do such a thing?” The prince decides to banish Romeo from Verona, but he threatened that the next time some little fight came up, there would be big consequences, because his kinsman, Mercutio, also paid the price in blood. Juliet sat in her room, thinking about Romeo. She wished that the night would hurry up and come, because then she could be in Romeo’s arms once more. “Oh, Romeo- my only love. How I wish it was night, and that you were here, to be with me and love me. Come night, bring me my Romeo! Oh, will this day never end!” Juliet’s thoughts were interrupted as her nurse entered the room, clearly upset and very distraught. “Nurse, why are you so upset?” Juliet cried. “Oh, it’s awful! He’s dead! Oh, he’s dead, he’s dead!” wailed the nurse. Juliet gasped. “Oh! No! It cannot be!” she said. “Oh Romeo! Who would have thought? Not Romeo!” wailed the nurse again, clearly not in any state to explain the full story to Juliet, who was in pure agony waiting to find out what had happened. “Why do you torture me so, nurse? Has Romeo killed himself? If the answer is yes, it will be a dagger to my heart! Oh, tell me, please!” implored Juliet. But her nurse still did not make things any clearer. “Oh, the wound! I saw it with my own eyes! His poor body, lying there on the street, covered with blood! Oh, it was an awful sight!” cried the nurse. “Nurse, this news breaks my heart. It is completely in two!” sobbed Juliet. “Oh, what an awful world! What accursed luck!” But the nurse’s response was not what Juliet was expecting to hear. “Tybalt, my dear, dear friend! Oh, he was a courteous and honest gentleman, and now he is dead! Poor, dear Tybalt!” Now Juliet was very confused. “Tybalt? Both Romeo and Tybalt are dead? Oh even worse! My dear cousin and my dear, dear Romeo! How can I go on without these two?” But Juliet still had it wrong, as her nurse explained. “No, Juliet. Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished. Romeo is the one who killed your cousin.” Juliet was horrified at this, and did not believe it could be true, but her nurse assured her that it was. “Oh my Romeo! How confused I am, and how my heart in torn! My only love, the murderer of my beloved cousin! You are like a damned saint, an honorable villain! How can this be?” moaned Juliet, not sure what to think of this. She loved her cousin very much, but she loved Romeo also, and could not understand why he might do something like this. Her nurse said, “You see how you cannot trust any man. They have no honesty at all. Shame on Romeo!” But Juliet replied, “Why do say such a thing? Romeo should not be in shame! Why, he should have a crown upon his brow, for he is the monarch of my universe!” “But you are speaking of the man who murdered your own cousin!” answered the nurse, shocked that Juliet could still love Romeo and defend him. “He is my husband, is he not? Oh, Romeo, what a wife I am, to have spoken ill of you! But why did you kill my cousin? No, I will not cry! I should not, for my husband is alive, and Tybalt is dead. If Romeo had not slain him, he would have slain my love! Even so, it is still such an awful occurrence! I still cannot get over it. Tybalt dead! Romeo banished! As if one is not enough! But, nurse, where are my mother and father?” “They are mourning Tybalt as well. Do you want to see them?” answered the nurse. “They cry for Tybalt, but I cry for my Romeo. Oh, it is better that I kill myself, rather than live without my husband Romeo,” cried Juliet. “No, Juliet. Stay calm, and I will fetch your love to comfort you. He is hiding at Friar Lawrence’s house,” said the nurse, trying to comfort the crying Juliet. “Oh, will you, my nurse? Bring him my ring, and have him come to me to say goodbye for the last time!” Juliet’s mood was much improved by her nurse’s suggestion, and the nurse quickly left on her errand with Juliet’s ring. “Romeo, come on out please. Come on out, you poor man.” Romeo jumped at the sound of the Friar’s voice. “Father, what’s the news? What horrible, terrible punishment lies in stores for me?” The Friar sighed. “Well, it’s not doomsday. He was actually quite gentle with you. You’re not gonna die. You’re just gonna be banished from the city.” Romeo gasped, words caught in his throat. Taking a deep breath, he choked out, “Banishment? But..but..that’s so much worse than death! Please just tell me I’m dead. Please don’t tell me I’m banished.” “From now on, you’re banished from Verona,” the Friar repeated dejectedly. “But the world is huge, Romeo. You’ll be fine.” “There is no world for me outside Verona. Well, except for purgatory, torture, and, um…oh ya. Hell. So being banished from Verona is basically like being banished from life, or death.” “You ungrateful and rude young man!” The Friar snapped. “You committed a crime normally punishable by death, and the Prince actually took pity on you, God knows why, and you’re whining about its unfairness!” “It’s not mercy, it’s torture, can’t you see!” Romeo yelled, jumping to his feet from where he’d been crouching on the floor. “I’ve been banished. Banished from Juliet. So while I’m God knows where, Juliet will be here; heaven will be here. Every little cat and dog and tiny undeserving little animal gets to see her everyday; little tiny, disgusting little flies get to kiss her, but no, not Romeo! Romeo will be banished! Do you see how torturous this is for me!” The Friar sighed. “Romeo, please. Listen to me.” “You’re just going to talk about the banishing again!” Romeo shrieked. “Romeo, listen to me! I’m giving you the solution to your problem: philosophy.” Capulet and Lady Capulet discussed the plans for marriage with Paris. The three of them agreed that Tybalt’s death was not a good time for the two to be married. “What day is it?” Asked Capulet to his future son-in-law. “Monday, my lord.” Answered Paris. Capulet thought hard. “I believe that you should be married on Thursday.” He said. Once the final decision was made, the three parted. “How I wish Thursday would come sooner.” Paris told Capulet as he left. Capulet ordered his wife to prepare Juliet for her wedding.

It was the break of dawn, and Romeo had spent the night with Juliet. Romeo was eager to leave before anyone had caught him there in Juliet’s room, for if they did, he would be dead, but Juliet wanted him to stay. She tried persuading him that it wasn’t morning yet, and they had plenty more time together, but she knew the truth, he had to leave. Just then, the nurse came in and said Juliet’s mother was coming in, and she should be careful. So, with that Romeo gave Juliet one last kiss and went off to Mantua.

Once Romeo leaves, Juliet hopes to herself that Romeo will have good luck and will return to her, and then her mother calls to see if she is awake. She comes into Juliet’s room and tells her she needs to stop crying so much because now it’s getting ridiculous. But Juliet swears it’s out of grief for her cousin’s death, and she can’t help it. Her mother then tells her that the family will get revenge on Romeo for killing Tybalt; they will poison his drink and kill him. Juliet goes along with it and even offers to put the poison in his drink herself.

Juliet’s mother tells her she has good news: that she will marry Paris on Thursday, but Juliet refuses, she says it’s too quick of time and she wants to date him first, she says she would rather marry Romeo who she hates, rather than Paris. Juliet’s mother just tells her to tell her father her feelings about it.

Capulet enters the room and tells Juliet she needs to stop crying as well, and asks his wife if she has told Juliet that she is marrying Paris yet. When Lady Capulet tells him she doesn’t want to marry him he starts asking how she can not be grateful and proud of the match they have made for her, and how unworthy she is of him. Juliet then says she is grateful they found Paris for her, but she isn’t proud of it. Then Capulet tells Juliet she is disobedient, and worthless, and if she doesn’t show up to the church on Thursday to marry Paris, he never wants to look at her again. The nurse cuts in and tells him he shouldn’t talk to her that way, but he just tells her to shut up. Capulet gets so angry he threatens to kick Juliet out of the house if she doesn’t marry Paris.

Juliet feels helpless because no one is on her side, so she turns to the nurse and asks a remedy of this problem, or at least some advice. The nurse tells her to just marry Paris, because he is better than Romeo. Juliet agrees to the nurse’s advice and tells her to tell Capulet she has gone to the Friar to confess about disobeying her father. What Juliet is really thinking is that the nurse doesn’t know what she is saying and she is two faced, at first she said so many nice things about Romeo, and now she is talking down about him. She decides she will never trust the nurse again, and if all else fails, she can still take her life.

Friar Lawrence sat in his cell, pondering the events that had occurred in the past few days. He thought to himself, “//how could such an innocent love turn into a huge tragedy.”// He buried his face in his hands, a tear trickling down his check. Paris walked into the cell, a look of excitement upon his face. “Friar, I am to marry the fair Juliet on Thursday!” he exclaimed. “Thursday?” said the Friar. “Yes, Lord Capulet insisted that the wedding be moved back.” “I was not aware of this decision. She seems so grief stricken, maybe the wedding should wait even longer.” “No, the joy of marriage will wipe away her tears. She will be happy with me.” Paris and the Friar turned their heads to the door when they heard soft footsteps. Juliet walked into the cell, her face red from tears. Paris exclaimed joyously, “Juliet, my love, please stop crying! We are to be wed on Thursday, this should be the happiest time of your life!” A brief silence followed, Juliet betrayed no emotion. Paris broke the silence with, “You cannot deny that you don’t love me my wife.” “We are not married yet.” “Not yet, but we will be soon, I will leave now, so you can make your confession before our wedding,” said Paris. He kissed Juliet and then left Juliet and the Friar alone in the cell. With tears streaming down her cheeks, Juliet pulled out a dagger, and with her hands shaking said, “Oh Friar, today is the worst day of my life. I don’t want to marry Paris! I am already married to my one and only true love. If I can’t be with him, then I will take my life, for it will not be worth living!” Friar Lawrence looked at Juliet with sorrow. He couldn’t marry her to Paris because it would be a sin for him and would cause even more death. There was only one thing left to try. “Juliet, there is one option left,” said the Friar. He got up, walked across the room and shuffled through a mass of potions before picking one up. “Go back to your home, and tell your parents you have agreed to marry Paris. Then drink this potion. It will make you seem dead, and when they think your dead, Romeo will come and take you to Mantua. I will inform him of our plan.” “I have no other choice,” Juliet said and took the potion, “ I will drink this tonight, but if my Romeo doesn’t come to save me, I will truly be found dead in the morning.” Juliet ran out of the cell with the potion. Friar Lawrence dropped to his knees and prayed that this might work. How could an innocent love turn into such a tragedy.

Juliet and her mother were planning Juliet’s outfit for her wedding in her bedroom. “Leave me, Mother.” Juliet said. “You are busy planning all of the festivities. I know what outfit is best for me.” Juliet assured her mother that she would be fine and bid her to leave. As she sat alone, she began to second guess her decision to take the poison. “What if I go mad in the tomb when I awake?” she asked. She could bare not to think of it. Her mind reeled, her heart fluttered, and her lips moved quickly, foretelling the dangers that would awake her. Juliet finally, weighing her options and feeling over come by her love for Romeo, drank the poison and fell to her bed.

The house was full of anxious energy. Capulet stood by as he watched the Nurse stand attentively in front of Lady Capulet, awaiting the orders that she was being given in preparation for the wedding that was soon to come. “Go get some more spices. They’re going to be needed for all of the baking,” said Lady Capulet, checking something off a list and glancing up at the Nurse. The Nurse nodded and then retrieved a list of her own from the pocket of her skirt. “The cooks have asked me to request quinces and dates for some of the deserts that they’re preparing. That could cost a lot of money though,” reported the Nurse. Capulet responded quickly, suddenly feeling very exhausted by all of this wedding business. “Who cares how much it costs! It’s three o’clock! We’re running out of time! Just go and buy what you need!” The Nurse glanced over at Capulet, and eyed him severely. “Come on now, Capulet. Go take a nap for a while! You haven’t slept in so long; you’re going to make yourself sick.” Capulet frowned and shook his head. “No, no. I’ve had less sleep than this, and to this day, I’ve never been sick because of it.” Feeling a bit put-out, but unwilling to show it, the Nurse simply left the room with Lady Capulet. Left there by himself, Capulet heard people approaching. A few servants to the household came into the room, heavily laden with supplies. “What is all that stuff?” Capulet asking, peering over, trying to figure out what they were holding. One of the servants looked down at the basket, and shrugged. “No clue. I know it’s for the cook, but that’s about it.” Capulet gestured towards the door. ‘Well get going with it then! Don’t just stand here!” Now Capulet turned towards the second servant who had his arms filled with logs and kindling. “You’re going to need drier wood than that if you ever want to get a fire started later on in the night. Go and ask Peter where you can find some.” Capulet said, feeling more tired than ever. The servant looked insulted by this and shook his head. “No, I can’t figure out where the dry logs are on my own. I don’t need to bother Peter about it.” Capulet sighed and nodded. “Fine then. Don’t waste time, though. Just find them and get going.” Capulet watched the servant leave and then looked around. “The music should arrive anytime now,” he said to himself. “Nurse, can you come here please?” Capulet called loudly. The Nurse came into the room and looked at him expectantly. “Yes?”

The morning after the Friar gave Juliet the potion, the nurse came running in to Juliet’s chamber. She began to wail and ramble in fright and terror. Lady Capulet ran into the chamber because of all the rancor the nurse was making. At this moment they both faced the tragic realization that Juliet had “died” in her sleep. While they were loudly mourning their poor Juliet, Capulet entered and saw his dead daughter. They were all saddened and called it the hateful and wretched day by which they had lost their most valuable possession. The Friar then entered into the room and asked if Juliet was prepared for the wedding. Paris also entered and stated how he had longed for this wonderful day in which he was to be married, but it has now become a terrible day instead. The whole company cried and distressed of the tragedy and injustice that had come upon them. The Friar tried to calm them by telling them that Juliet was now at peace and they should go and prepare for the wedding. After this a servant named Peter and three musicians argued about which music they should play. Peter wanted them to play merry music to lift their spirit but the musicians argued against this. After this they all exited the room.

Romeo is in Mantua talking to himself about a dream that he had. He dreamt that Juliet came to him and revived him from his death with a kiss. He is hopeful that he will be with Juliet, and is overall fairly happy. He is pretty content with the way his life is, even though he is banished from Verona completely. He reflects on love, and how splendid it truly is. However, he is alone for only a short while, before his servant Balthasar approaches him. Romeo is eager to see Balthasar approaching him, and is seeking news from Verona. He is looking for a letter from Friar Lawrence, and news on Juliet and her wellbeing. He says that nothing can bring him down if Juliet if doing well. When Balthasar finally answers Romeo, his once happy and joyful state is diminished. Balthasar tells Romeo that Juliet is dead. He tells Romeo that he saw Juliet being laid in the tomb, and as soon as he understood the situation, he set out to tell Romeo. Romeo cannot believe the news he is hearing. He tells Balthasar to bring him paper and ink as a plan conjures up in his mind. Balthasar advises Romeo to come to his senses, for he is looking ill. Romeo ignores Balthasar’s advice and instead comes up with a plan. Romeo plans to go see Juliet in her tomb tonight. He wants to be with her forever even if it means through death. He is pondering just how he should go about his plan of suicide, when he remembers an apothecary. The apothecary is living in extreme poverty: his clothes are old and tattered, his eyebrows are thick and unruly, and that is how he lives his life. He sorts through herbs for medicines and drugs in an attempt to make money for his own survival. Romeo knows that it is a good chance that the apothecary would sell him the drug he desires, so he goes to find him at his shop. When Romeo gets to the shop, he finds that it is closed. He insists that the apothecary must be there, so he shouts his title searching for him. When the apothecary finally answers Romeo’s call with his presence, Romeo starts to persuade him to sell him poison. The apothecary does not want to sell Romeo the poison because he knows that it is against Mantua’s law, and that if he is caught, he will be put to death. Romeo starts to sway the apothecary by telling him that he is so poor and how badly he is in need of money, and will therefore offer him forty ducats for the poison. The apothecary is hesitant about the exchange, but Romeo’s persuasion prevails and the apothecary provides him with the poison. The apothecary explains to Romeo that he must pour the poison into his own beverage and drink it. He tells Romeo that the poison is so strong, and that he will most definitely die with its consumption. Romeo pays the apothecary his forty ducats, and proclaims that nobody will know of their illegal exchange and that he is now off to Juliet’s tomb where he will commit his act of suicide in an attempt to be with his love forever.

Friar John hurriedly entered Friar Lawrence’s cell and called to him in an alarmed voice. Friar Lawrence responded asking of Romeo’s reply to the letter that he had received from Friar John. He disappointedly told Friar Lawrence that he was not able to get the letter to Romeo. When he was traveling to Romeo, he was stopped in a city by quarantine because there was a contagious sickness and messengers were not allowed to pass through. Friar Lawrence became alarmed and worried that because Romeo did not receive the important information, that he would do something rash when he sees Juliet “dead” in the tomb. He rushed over to the tomb to stop Romeo from making any bad decisions

Paris entered the tomb, quietly. His page boy held a torch to light the way. Paris demanded that the boy leave him in this tomb and put out the light, to avoid anyone finding them. Once the page boy has been sent away, Paris enters to tomb. Slowly he approaches the beautiful figure of the sleeping Juliet in the dim light. “My beautiful wife…” he says. “I place flowers here for you, and promise to visit you each night.” He pledged to the sleeping beauty. Just then, the page boy could be heard calling a warning. “Someone approaches?” Asked Paris to himself. He quickly bid his goodbyes to Juliet and hid under the covers of darkness. Paris heard two mean approach with a torch. When they had finally entered the tomb, Paris was shocked to find it to be Romeo. Romeo, beside himself, threatened the life of his man if he did not leave. Once Romeo was alone with his beloved Juliet, he spoke to her. He told of his true love for her and how he promised himself to her eternally. Deciding that he could not bear to live without her, he swallows his poison and dies beside her. Not far afterwards, Juliet wakes from he long sleep. She sees her husband lying dead, and is in shock. Realizing what has happened and where they both are, she exclaims in shock. “My dearest love!” She cries. “How can you leave me here without you?” She kisses his lips hoping that there may be some poison on them to allow her to die aswell. Suddenly, voices are heard and people are approaching. Juliet grabs Romeo’s dagger and ends her life, falling dead.