romance
Benvolio Montague
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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.
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[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]
Romeo and Juliet
