Scene: Outside the Capulet ballroom, a room in the estate. Tybalt enters, fuming, with Lord Capulet at his heels.
Tybalt: Montagues! At our house! Uncle, did you see him? I'll kill him!
Capulet: Tybalt, calm yourself, you're in choler.
Tybalt: A Montague's taken liberties with your daughter and you beseech me be calm!
Capulet: You're seeing things that aren't there. Reflect, Tybalt. The Prince forbade any more fighting, and I won't have any more blood on my hands if I can help it.
Tybalt: It was Romeo Montague.
Capulet: The more reason, then, to keep away. Do you think the dogs will stand for it if their heir were killed as well? You lay a finger on that boy, it's open war. Do you want that to happen?
Tybalt: He was kissing her.
Capulet: I saw nothing.
Tybalt: By this hand, uncle!
Capulet: You saw nothing. You're a loyal youth, Tybalt. But it's time you learned to pick your battles. Your father would not have wanted you to risk your life on trifles.
Tybalt: My father was my father. And I am Tybalt.
But Capulet has said the magic word. Tybalt turns away. Capulet leans back, satisfied.
Capulet: Forget the boy, and keep the peace. Do we understand each other?
Tybalt: Yes, uncle.
He exits, leaving Tybalt alone, frustrated, bitter. He looks at his ring. His father's.
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Romeo and Juliet: The Spectacle Musical
FanfictionIn the beautiful but deadly city of Verona, divided by an ancient hate and torn by power plays, the young heirs of two rival families, Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet, fall in love. When their secret love is discovered, the city dissolving into ch...
