Scene I: Joined House of Capulet and Montague
Assassin of Verona:
Tale of Lady Capulet and Lord Montague
Two households once divided.
Lovers’ perished, family feuds were also lost.
However, their curse still held, until all debts had been repaid.
Tybalt’s slaying raised its own high grief.
Now back to fair Verona,
Where uncivil peoples rise to wipe the slate clean.
Scene I.
Joined House of Montague and Capulet.
Lord Montague and Lady Capulet stood side by side. They both had pardoned themselves from the wake of the recently passed Lord Ridolfo Capulet.
“I would of hoped the last of my son’s friends would have come. But alas Benvoilio is other where’s paying peace out for the peace he could not cause here.”
“We both knew long ago our families would not be done with all the tragedy.” Lady Capulet said.
“Our children, my wife. Your husband now passed with them both, I only hope they have moved onto a world better than our own. His mind driven mad by your brother, Jonas Caiazzo’s family. They rise up to strike both of us down at this very moment. ” Lord Montague said.
“They stand within my husband’s wake, while they were so much of the cause. Even while we mourn another loss. How many more do you think we can suffer? Gabriello, what heritage do we leave to Verona? My brother, Jonas, as vile as he may be, is right. We do not deserve to lead Verona on any scale.”
“What shall we do, sit, wait? Idle and hold our hands still. All to show that we will never raise them again in anger?” Gabriello Montague responded. He turned away from her wondering how quickly he might be able to secure their escape. “We vanish. We run and leave them to their grief. If we stay, we shall only cause more of it. Or suffer our own deaths before the time is right.” He said to Lady Capulet unable to look her in the eye.
“They will destroy our reputations if we run like cowards.”
“What reputations do we have left?” Gabriello said.
“That left of our houses will face the repercussions of our own mistakes.”
“An early death will doom us both, then Silvia.”
“Not quite.” Silvia Capulet said as an idea rattled around in her brain. It echoed now in her heart. She knew what they would have to do.
“I have never seen another look so enlightened over such a grim thought as our own deaths, planned or not.”
“We shall not be dying early. Let us attend this moment. Let me mourn my husband. Let them see me cry and weep, although my eyes have been dry for almost a year now.” Silvia replied. Her eyes like the eyes of a snake.
“How can time have passed by so fast since my noble son took himself from my view?”
“We have no time to think about such sadness now. I have cried, all the tears are out. Anything that I show for my husband. I already have cried it. I feel no longer.” She paused. “Meet me at our children’s resting place. Midnight is the hour upon which we will put our action into plan.”
“What plan is it that you are scheming?”
“I shall tell you at midnight.” Lady Silvia Capulet turned away from him. A man that had long been her husband’s rival. Now he was a man she trusted more than any other. She returned into the room full of mourners. She went to her Nurse’s side. The two stayed close, as Silvia wept upon her shoulder. Lord Gabriello Montague watched from a distance. Lord Jonas Caiazzo, and his wife watched both of them, their plans filled with their own diabolical thoughts.
