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Author: Travis C. Eckert
Fiction Rated: T - English - Poetry/Drama - Reviews: 3 - Published: 11-11-06 - Updated: 11-11-06 - Complete - id:2275024

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Travis Eckert

Wentworth, Lindsay

English 101 ; 4th

November 9th 2006

I, i, 63-100

Benvolio: Stop you idiot. Put up your weapons. You do not know what you are doing.

Enter Tybalt.

Tybalt: Why are you drawn to these heartless rears? Look at me Benvolio; look upon the death.

Benvolio: I will keep the peace. Put up your sword, or let it leave these men along with me.

Tybalt: What makes you want to talk peace with these men? I hate that word, just as much as hell, all Montagues, and you. Have at them coward!

They Fight.

Enter an officer, and three or four citizens with weapons.

Officer: Beat them with your weapons. Bring down the Capulet and Montague families!

Enter old Capulet, in his gown, and his wife, Lady Capulet

Capulet: What is that noise? Give me my weapon.

Lady Capulet: Why do you want the weapon?

Capulet: Give me my weapon! Old Montague is coming and he thrives his weapon in spite of me.

Enter Old Montague and his wife, Lady Montague

Montague: You villain Capulet! Do not hold me here let me go.

Lady Montague: You will not seek a foe

Enter Prince Escalus, with his train.

Prince: Rebellious people, enemy to the order of the peace. You men who keep on fighting to quench your thirst for rage with all of your veins sticking out all over your body! All the torture from those bloody hands. Put your weapons down. Hear me out now. Three civil brawls, because of old Capulet and Montague have disturbed our quiet streets. Made the natives of Verona by their grave befit ornaments to wield old weapons, in the hands of the elderly and rusted with peace. Please get rid of your diseased hate. If you ever disturb the streets again, your lives will be taken as consequence. For now disperse. Capulet, come with me, and Montague, I will see you in the afternoon. Come to old Freetown, where we normally judge things. Again, everyone disperse.



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