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Benvolio Then I shall answer you once. The lady sleeps in the hall of Capulets, their
fame.
{CURTAINS OPENS }
Romeo Juliet is dead?
Lord Capulet Ready to go, but never to return. My son, the night before the wedding
[Balthasar enters]
day, your wife was stolen from you.
Balthasar What is it my lord?
Paris What? Are you saying she's dead?
Romeo Have any letters not come from the Friar?
Lord Capulet My daughter, he has married. I will die and leave him all. Life, living, all is
death's. Balthasar None, good sir.
Paris This day, promised, all my happiness and now it shows me such a sight as this? Romeo …Kindly give good cousin's horse a water and please give a leave. Wait at the
city's gates.
Lady Capulet Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! The worst that ever dawned!
[Balthasar exits]
Paris I was wronged by death!
Benvolio I'm sorry dear cousin…
[Paris exits]
[Benvolio exits]
Friar Laurence Sir, Madam, get ready for the march to take this lovely child to her
grave. {CURTAINS CLOSES}
{CURTAINS CLOSE}
Balthasar Will there be anything else sir? Apothecary Who calls so loud?
Romeo Dear cousin! What Verona's news? How is my lady? Is my father doing well? Apothecary There is no crime in that.
Benvolio? How is my lady? I asked you twice.
Romeo Nor pleasure neither. Now listen, I am in need of a poison that if swallowed in
one dam gives a man no mark of the consequences.
Apothecary If this be murder the answer is no. The law of Mantua says so. Benvolio Farewell, dear cousin.
Romeo I pay your poverty not your will. Paris Banished Romeo Montague, who murdered Juliet's noble cousin, Tybalt causing
her the grief that took her to grave. How dare thee come and desecrate the dead. We
[Apothecary gives poison]
need must fight, for you must die. [draws sword] Or is a Montague afraid to fight?
{CURTAINS CLOSE}
[Romeo draws sword]
[They fight]
[Paris fell]
{CURTAINS OPENS }
{CURTAINS CLOSES}
Friar John I'm looking for my lord Romeo
Balthasar He's gone. He went back to Verona in such haste. I pardon thy travel is
wasted.
Friar John Thy travel's not. I helped someone in need on the way but failed to deliver
what I must. I am in need to hurry back.
{CURTAINS OPENS }
Romeo Benvolio you can come no further. Now take this letter early in the morn and
see if you can give this to my lord and Father. Farewell, Benvolio. Let us say good night.