One splendid day I was with my fair Lady Capulet. We entered the room of young Juliet. Juliet lay on her bed as the three of us were talking about her marriage. Juliet hath almost 14 years of age. She is almost ready to marry. “It is an honor I dream not of,” says Juliet.
Why would a child of her kind not want to be married? Paris was waiting for her hand in marriage but I think that it would be a pitiful decision to accept it! In the middle of our discussion a servant walks in, ruining the little talk we were having.
The next evening Capulet held a party, all the guests arrived and it was a magical night. I couldn’t help but spot Juliet with another male. He grabbed her hand and they were talking. Afterwards, this man came up to me, asked me for the name of Juliet. I replied, “Marry, bachelor, her mother is the lady of the house, and a good lady, wise and virtuous.”
He looked stunned, almost as if he had run into a wall of stone. The party has ended, fair Juliet comes running to me with a question, “What is he that follows there, that would not dance?”
I ran after him and asked his name. I return to my lady Juliet, bearing the news that this man is a Montague, the son of our great enemy! His name was Romeo. Juliet is called. We leave the party.
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