Act VI
Scene I
Capulet’s Bedroom
Lady Capulet: Oh husband of mine,
Why dost thou weep not?
Why dost thou look so fine?
Hath thee not forgot?
The last of our children, dead
Never to show thy sweet face again.
Oh, alack, mine last child with crimson bloodshed,
Curse thee Montague who took her in vain!
Cap: Dear wife, cease thy anger.
Thoust words shall make her return, not.
Be grateful that thee live in no danger,
But safe this night in thy bed as thou ought.
For the morrow shall bring peace,
I have invited Montague to discuss the deceased.
Lady Capulet: How wretched a man to enter these halls!
Cap: He grieves as much,
For he lost a son and dear wife.
Come wife; loose thy anger and thy grudge,
Rid thou of all strife.
Friar Laurence shall come hither too,
Thus thou must not stew!
Lady Capulet: I shall listen to thee,
But now I must rest,
Or I shall again, weep.
Goodnight husband, and goodnight forever my dear Juliet!
Scene II
Capulet’s House
Cap: Welcome, gentlemen! Come hither and rest thy toes!
Dear wife, call the servants to prepare some nourishment.
We have ate less than a crow,
Since thy terrible fate of discouragement.
Mon: How doust thou look pleasant?
Doth thou not know a crisis is at present?
Cap: Why of course, but why wallow in grief good man?
Mon: I should have known thee would be a tasteless man.
Cap: If that is how thou treateth a host.
Then have at thee man! Give to me what I desire most!
(Capulet raises his sword)
Lady Capulet: Oh, thou art a fool!
Why did thou have to invite a Montague?
(Montague pulls out his sword and they fight)
Friar: Cease fighting!
(The two put down their swords)
Both children are now deceased from quarrels such as this.
Thus, the two would live if not for this fighting.
Two people in their youth fell into a love,
As strong as an iron wall,
Hope had them believing it would rise above
Thy families’ long lasting brawl.
I, too, hoped love would bring end
To the terrible feud,
But thou cannot cheat destiny, it must ascend.
Thus, men stop the battles and let time heal thy wounds.
The love birds dreamed of peace,
Live out thy dreams, put down thy swords.
Let all disputes cease,
Let thy families become restored.
Live the legacy of their love,
And bring thy peace that hath been long dreamed of.
Mon: I wilt put thy sword away.
Thus, to rid an enemy and gain a friend I pray.
Cap: For thy child and thou’s child did love,
We shall, put the feud away and rise above.
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