Benvolio Montague

Intro Bards sing tales of the Star-crossed lovers, Romeo and Juliet, Passionate, Ill-fated, Long gone. Dead. Verona weeps; Capulets mourn a daughter, Montagues sigh over a son. Two families in tears. Verona weeps; Months of mourning, Seasons of sorrow. Repentence is shallow, A truce totters as Anger simmers In the hearts Of the mourners, The survivors. A peace treaty Is forged. Wrought of wine And wedding feasts, An arranged marriage Shall taketh place, Between the good Benvolio And the fair cousin of Capulet. ******* [ENTER BENVOLIO'S FATHER AND JULIET'S FATHER, CAPULET.] CAPULET: Good morrow, sir. BENVOLIO'S FATHER: Good morrow, sir, though, thine eyes betray thou. Methinks thou hast a cloud that darken thine heart this morn. CAPULET: Aye, thou observeth well. My fellow kindred seethe with anger 'ere late. Sadness and sorrow hath boiled unto anger. I fear my daughter hath died for naught. BENVOLIO'S FATHER: Perchance, should a new union quell the unrest of our two families? CAPULET: Pray, what dost thou mean? BENVOLIO'S FATHER: Doth not your brother have a child of marriageable age? CAPULET: Aye, but what of it? Speakith plain, good sir. BENVOLIO'S FATHER: A marriage between my son and your brother's offspring must forge a new treaty between our two families. What say you? [EXIT] [ENTER BENVOLIO]