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!
