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Who dost that Paris thinkst he is? Marrying my Juliet? Ha! He dreams too much. Juliet and I are already wedded by holy matrimony. To marry a married woman? What blasphemy! I need not to worry about Juliet because I knowst she will refuse. I may have been banished, but that does not mean I will not be able to meet with my Juliet. I have no fear because I trust my Juliet will be loyal to me. Paris, thy art a fool!

Banishment? How foolish. How is banishment better than death? Banishment tears me away from my beloved Juliet and my only home, Verona. T'would been easier if death hath taken me awayeth from Juliet. Knowing that I cannot be beside my Juliet, t'is a far worse punishment than death. Exile! The Prince hast ruined my life. There are no words to describe how much my banishment torments me so. Living outside of Verona, my only home, t'is unimaginable! Without Verona I live in hell itself. To be banished from Verona is equivalent to being banished from the face of earth. 'Tis torture, not mercy. Tybalt's death occured only because he hath killed Mercutio first and if I hadn't slain Tybalt, 'twould be Tybalt facing exile and I on the ground.

Friar Laurence has agreed to marry us. I am in ecstasy that he has easily agreed to do so. By his acquiescent manner I suspect that he realized that marrying us will  overcome this useless feud. 'Tis a delight for Juliet and I because we are now bound together and nothing will be able to break our matrimonial bond. Friar Laurence is a kind and compassionate man with a rational mind. He understands that wedding us will uncover a seemingly recherché, but possible outcome.
 

I must thank Mercutio and Benvolio for their persistence because at tonight's banquet I have met the love of my life, Juliet. I marvel much that cupid has shot yet another arrow at me. Methinks he is testing my ability to woo her. Aye. But soft, why shoot towards a relationship that will lead to nought? Nay! Mark me well, e'en the atrocious plague wilt not dispatch my resolve. Tis not oft that thou meets such a comely maiden. Yet I seek your counsel for a reason. Near the end of the carouse, I made a woeful discovery. The one I have given my heart to is my foe, my dearest is a Capulet. Zounds! If only I were a knave, then I could succumb to my will and woo Juliet with worry for nought, but tis not so. Soft! Perchance our love can break the feud between our family! By my troth, my love for Juliet will not falter just because she is a Capulet. Nay! This barrier has done the opposite! Now our love is abound and with love every trial shall be endured. Rest us merry!

Have I not said this before? I do not support this violence between the two feuding families and I comend what the Prince is trying to do, but doth thee not believe this punishment art cruel? To take a life is the utmost punishment, a punishment only for those that commit the most heinous crimes, yet is starting a fight truly a crime that is deemed as heinous as murder? Perhaps this method is only to strike fear within us, but I all that I fear is that this fight will prolong for centuries more. Is it not that this punishment will lead to more suffering and death? Dost thou not agree? An eye for an eye makes the whole the world blind. This violence is not acknowledged by me, I want no part in this fight. Alas, I am the Montague heir therefore this burden is also mine to carry.