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No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I cannot let you do this.

Then you'll have to raise a sword to me,

and that, my father would kill you for.

You came.

I'm here.

I love you.

I love you.

I'm sure as a serving girl,
it must thrill you to no end

to see the rules of Veronan society

flouted before your very eyes.

As it happens, my Lord, I am
both a servant and a Capulet.

You don't approve of this union?

- I do not.
- Nor do I.

Benvolio Montague.

Rosaline Capulet.

Friar Lawrence: Shall we begin?

This is madness, Friar.

I know not why you'd perform a wedding

- between Capulet and Montague.
- Rosaline.

Because I have performed
too many funerals

for both your families this summer.

And who's to say that love won't succeed

where violence has failed?

- [Scoffs]
- Come, Romeo, Juliet.

Join hands in front of God
and your witnesses.

[Indistinct conversations, laughter]

I'll tell my father.

And I'll tell mine.

Go now. Tell him it's done.

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Y-You made the proclamation?
As I instructed?

That any man accused...

Accused of murder in the city of Verona

will be executed without trial.

- I did it. It's done.
- [Groans] - [Door opens]

Father.

Escalus, my son.

I came as soon as I heard. I'm so sorry.

For what?

Death comes to us all.

Isabella.

When you marry...

you will strengthen Verona

in the face of all her enemies.

Father...

Listen to me, my son.

It has been a bloody summer.

Worse than any I remember.

Never forget...

that if either house...

is permitted to gain the upper hand,

their next target will be the Crown.

You must always put Verona first.

Yes, Father.

[Exhales deeply]

♪

Tybalt hates you more than
the rest of us put together.

I did kill his cousin.

For stealing his horse.

Maybe I should've killed Tybalt, too.

Oh, come, Mercutio.

Does every Capulet
really deserve to die?

Mercutio: Lord Montague.

Ah, Father.

Romeo.

Late night?

A night with friends
is one well spent, indeed.

There's breakfast upstairs.

Enough for you, too, Mercutio.

Thank you, my Lord.

And as for you, nephew,

you broke off your betrothal
to Minola's daughter.

Because I don't love her.

[Sighing] Love?

The Minolas are rich and powerful,

and you were meant to bring
their blood into our house.

But instead, you shamed our family name

with your drinking and your whoring.

If you paid anything for the betrothal,

I'll find a way to repay you.

You have nothing that isn't mine!

Mauricio: My Lord.

Yes, Mauricio?

News from the palace...

Prince Cosimo is dead.

So Escalus will rule Verona...

a young man, untested,

still learning his place on the throne.

If you had a single thought in
that wine-soaked head of yours

for politics, it might occur to you

what an opportunity this is
for House Montague.

[Inhales deeply] But you don't.

Go, Benvolio.

Wash the stink of the night off you.

Lord Capulet: Escalus and his sister...

They're going to let us go.

They're never going to let us go.

Giuliana:...to bring them
to the ball is...

Lord Capulet: Is what, Giuliana?
Compassionate?

They are our nieces.

My brother's children, rest his soul!

And after their parents died,
we took them in.

As servants!

A decision that has
weighed on my soul ever since.

I am lady of this house.

It was not your decision to make.

Do you hear her? She hate us.

She'd rather die than bring us.

Oh, we can hope.

[Sighs] I love that you can always hope.

Giuliana: ...if it wasn't
for our compassion.

Escalus and his sister
were their friends

- when the girls were at Court.
- And?

A new young prince, properly managed,

could improve our fortunes

and diminish those of the Montagues!

It's just a ball.

Just a ball?

Mm.

It's the prince's ball.

I need a rich husband,

and I'm never going to find him
stuck in here.

And if I don't find a husband

who'll pay your bride price and mine,

you'll never get to go be
with your beloved nuns.

I'd hardly call them beloved.

[Giggling] Then why on Earth
do you wish to go join them?

Praying all day
and never having any fun again.

A prayer here and there.

But you don't see the fun
in being your own mistress?

Of reading your own books,
of sleeping in your own bed.

Of never being at the whim
of whichever man

happens to be in charge of you.

A man who might love you,

who might want you to be happy.

[Door opens]

His Lordship wants to see you both.

♪

[Chuckles]

You requested us, my Lord?

[Door closes]

It is a great kindness
we show you tonight

to allow you
to attend the Prince's ball.

Really?

Mother, Father.

Rosaline, Livia.

Darling, why aren't you dressed
for the ball?

You look tired.

I am... tired.

[Liquid pours]

Ill.

I thought I would get some rest.

What a shame.

Very well. We'll miss you.

Do you need help, my Lady?

No, thank you, Rosaline. I'm fine.

Tired... but fine.

[Whispering] I'll tell them later.

♪

[Fireworks exploding]

♪

[Excited chatter]

Lord Capulet.

Lord Montague.

[Chuckling] So, it's true.

The Prince really did invite everyone.

It's worse than it's ever been.

Montagues and Capulets
have always fought.

Not like this, Brother.

Never like this.

Capulet's fields were burned in June.

No proof, of course,
but it was Montague's work.

It goes on from there.

A Capulet stabs a Montague
in the streets,

a Montague bludgeons a Capulet
in the hills.

Until our father proclaimed...

That anyone who commits murder
will be executed without trial.

I am well aware
of what Father proclaimed.

But Father is dead, and I've come home.

[Fanfare plays]

Herald: The sovereign
of our fair Verona,

His Grace, Prince Escalus

and his sister, Her Grace,
Princess Isabella!

[Cheers and applause]

Thank you, Your Grace,
for this beautiful night.

You're welcome, Livia.

Enjoy.

Greetings, My Princess.

You know you don't have to be so formal.

Really?

I thought everything in this court

was about following rules.

- Rosaline...
- Thank you, Your Grace,

for giving your loyal subjects
this ball.

It's good to see you
back in Verona, Your Grace.

Rosaline.

Prince Escalus.

How disconcerting this must be.

When last you saw my niece,
Rosaline, she was your peer.

She is my guest,

and a welcome one here at the palace.

I was so sorry to hear
of your parents' deaths.

Thank you, Your Grace.

Livia: Aren't you even
the least bit excited

to dance and drink and do as we please?

Rosaline: Not quite as we please.

Unlike you, sweet sister,
the idea of finding a husband

doesn't actually displease me.

Somewhere out here is my one true love.

What if we meet a man

- who falls in love with you instead?
- [Scoffs]

Would you marry so
we could both be free?

That is not a question
that I'll ever have to answer.

And why not?

Because if the choice
were between the two of us,

sweet sister, there's not
a man on this earth

who would be foolish enough
to choose me.

I thought we'd start out with
the taverns on Via Fratta.

After that, there's a new girl
at Angioletta's.

That is if your father
won't kill me first

for taking you to a brothel.

Men who love their wives
don't go to brothels.

And just like that,
you ruined your life.

How?

By marrying the woman I love

instead of whoever my father
forced on me?

Look what I found.

A pair of Montagues.

Tybalt, we want no trouble with you.

Trouble is all Verona has

when the Montagues burn our fields

and try and turn themselves
into a respectable family.

You think no one remembers

that your people came from nothing?

[Sword unsheathes]

I will not fight you, Tybalt.

The Montagues are many things,

but I never thought of them as cowards!

I am no coward. I'm family.

As of tonight, we're family.

I will not fight my own blood.

Your blood is no family of mine!

Romeo!

Mercutio!

[Grunts]

- Mercutio!
- No!

You'll die for this.

I thought you said
you couldn't fight me.

Aah!

[Grunts]

I changed my mind.

Mercutio.

Mercutio, stay with us. Stay with us.

A plague on both your houses.

Ask for me tomorrow...

and you shall find me a grave man.

Romeo.

What have you done?

Lord Capulet:
Capulets have owned this land

since before there were records to keep.

And Montague's grandfather was nothing

but a shepherd on my family's hills.

Well, a smart shepherd
to save up for his own flock.

Or was my grandfather
a foolish lord to allow it?

What's done is done,

though, in truth, it seems cruel

that so many should die
for our petty squabbles.

Are money and power so petty?

Says the man who comes to give me money

so he may add the power
of my family to his own.

My father is
the Prince of Mantua, my Lord.

I am his heir.

And the Capulet name is older

even than that
of your royal house, Paris.

You think I don't know
what my own blood is worth?

Juliet will be well cared for in Mantua.

I give my consent.

Juliet: Good morning, Mother.

- Father.
- I'm glad you're in a good mood.

It's a beautiful morning.

And a happy one for you, my daughter.

Your father has arranged
for you to be wed.

[Plate clatters]

Sorry.

Wed?

To Count Paris of Mantua...
a good match.

I cannot marry a man I've never met.

Sweet girl, I know of youth
and inexperience.

It can be frightening
to think of having a husband.

That's...

But the wedding won't be
until the spring.

That's plenty of time
to learn how it all works.

I saw a messenger
leave the house earlier.

What news?

I didn't want to spoil the morning.

Seems Montague's son, Romeo,
has stabbed one of our own

in the streets last night.

What?!

Another Capulet dead
at a Montague's hand?

Justice will be served.
The law is clear.

Young Romeo Montague
will be put to death...

when they catch him.

[Horse neighs]

Find him!

Escalus: Romeo and Mercutio
were practically brothers.

It shouldn't be a crime

for one to avenge the other's death.

Isabella: But it is a crime,

and making it one has given us peace.

If Romeo Montague
committed murder on our soil,

then he should be put to death
at the Crown's hand.

Man: There he is!

[People screaming]

We have too many enemies
outside our city walls

to turn the families within them
against us.

I cannot simply execute
Lord Montague's only son.

Then what do our laws mean, brother,

if we won't enforce them?

[Woman exclaims]

How long will it take
before our own heads

sit on spikes outside the palace walls?

♪

Find me Romeo Montague.

[Grunts]

Man: This way!

You can see that
we can't just let him die.

Are you really so caught up
in your own desires

that you care so little
for my happiness?

My own desires?

To marry off Livia.

To join a nunnery, to turn your
back on your own house.

He's my husband!

A secret known only by people
who aren't likely to reveal it.

Paris is said to be a handsome man.

Romeo is a handsome man.

And to be married to two men
at once would be a sin.

There's no sin in being a widow,
and a virgin widow at that.

I'm not...

a virgin.

Do you think me a fool?

I think you are young.

And so is your husband.

In truth, there is only one man
I blame for this.

Take this potion, girl,

and your body will go cold and still

and you will appear to be dead
until you wake

in the Capulet tomb
as if from a pleasant sleep.

Only take one drop.

More than that and you will die.

What dark magic is this, Friar?

It is better, my child,
that you do not ask.

Wait with me.

I'll wait with you.

Fair Rosaline.

Thou art a true friend.

♪

♪

Juliet.

Juliet!

[Vase shatters]

Help us! Somebody, please!

Woman: What?!

[Screaming]

[Horn sounds]

Benvolio.

Where is Romeo?

I got him a horse, told him to flee,

but once I said his wife was dead,

he rode off into the night.

Just tell me... Where has Romeo gone?

[Door opens, closes]

♪

Paris: Juliet.

Sweet flower.

[Door opens, closes]

Who goes there?

Romeo Montague.

I come to mourn my wife.

Your wife?

She's my fiancée!

No, I assure you, stranger,

Juliet belongs to no man but me.

Why do you lie
about the virtue of the dead?

- Aah!
- That is not a lie!

Juliet is my wife.

Aah!

♪

♪

And with a kiss...

I die.

[Gasps]

[Crying]

[Door opens, closes]

No, no!

[Door opens]

[Gasps]

How can it be that
my own daughter is dead

while you and your sister
continue to live?

It is generous of me, is it not,

to allow you to attend
my daughter's funeral?

Is it not?

It's no more
than Juliet would have wanted.

My Lady.

Livia is so very gracious.

But you... You never seem to appreciate

anything I've done for you.

[Sighs]

And what exactly have you done for us?

I'm sorry?

You keep us in this house
not out of generosity

but out of jealousy
of a woman who died years ago.

Your mother was a worthless jade.

Because she married
the brother you loved

but wouldn't stoop to wed
because you wanted a title,

if not the man who came with it.

If you think I can't make you suffer

a thousand times more
than you already have,

you've less imagination than I thought.

Mark my words, sweet Rosaline...

the worst is yet to come.

Go now.

I can dress myself.

[Crying]

Lord Montague.

[Bells tolling]

I'm sorry, my Lord, about your son.

Yes.

Yes, m... my son.

Imagine my delight
when I learned that Romeo

and Capulet's daughter
had discovered each other.

It was something I had hoped for
as they came of age,

encouraged, even.

Secretly, of course.

Young love thrives on the illicit,

wouldn't you agree?

Tried to plant a seed.

But I was never certain it would grow.

But grow it did, and so
I paid you to suggest marriage

and to perform that marriage
when my son requested it.

But now is my house strengthened
with Capulet blood?

Will Capulet's daughter
bear Romeo Montague an heir

representing the union
of two great families

under my house's name?

N-No, my Lord.

[Whispers] Why is that, Friar?

Because Romeo...

Your son is dead, my Lord.

Yes.

Yes, my son is dead

because of a potion
you gave that Capulet whore.

[Door opens]

[Bells tolling]

[Drums playing]

Escalus: We beseech Thee, O Lord,

in Thy infinite mercy,

to have pity on the souls
of these children of Verona,

Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet.

Do Thou who has freed them
from the perils of mortal life

restore them to the portion
of everlasting freedom.

I am aware that the citizens
of our fair city

owe allegiance to one family or another.

I am aware that it is
a Montague or a Capulet

that provides a job,
protects a business,

offers a favor in a time of need.

But it is my wish today that we might

put down our arms in hope
as well as grief.

And so, to mark the grave of Juliet,

fairest flower of our city's youth,

Lord Montague has
generously commissioned a statue

as a gift from his family
to the Capulets...

Aye, to make his house seem important.

...in his sincere hope that the love

between his son and their daughter

will usher in a new era of peace.

A curse on the house of Montague!

[Indistinct shouting]

[Screams]

Rosaline: [Exclaiming]

No, Livia!

- Livia!
- No!

Livia!

Livia!

Livia!

Aah!

Stay with me, Rosaline.

My men will find us.

I can't. My sister...

Is on her own, wherever she may be.

But you, right now, are safe.

- I can't.
- Stay here, Rosaline.

♪

[People shouting]

Isabella: Montague's lost his sole heir,

Capulet, his daughter

and his chance at Count Paris' fortune.

I know you worry

about the threats outside
the city walls, Brother.

But I beg you to keep
your focus close to home.

I worry about threats outside the city

because I've been outside the city.

It's no fault of mine I've never
been allowed to leave.

No. But let me tell you what
you'd see if you did.

Milan to the west
and Venice to the east,

and between them,
our fair city of Verona...

a jewel just waiting to be taken

by anyone with an army
strong enough to overcome us.

And trust me when I tell you
that if we're attacked

by the Medici or
the Papal States or anyone else,

the quarrels of local families
will mean absolutely nothing.

We must have peace, no matter the cost.

Escalus, Verona is burning.

Livia: You saw them wed?!

[Sighs] Did you not see

that Lady Capulet has lost her mind?

We need to leave here.

She told me she plans to make our lives

even more miserable
than they already are.

Our lives or just yours?

The world believes Romeo and Juliet

were a pair of youths
caught up in forbidden passion,

but now you say they were man and wife,

bound by God, with you as their witness?

Because you watched our cousin
marry a Montague

and never thought to say a word to me?

Would you ever have told me your secret?

Sister?

Had they lived, you would've found out.

That is not the point!

[Sighs]

You're right.

I should've told you.

And for that, I am sorry.

But it doesn't change the fact
that we must leave.

And where exactly are we going?

Padua?

Mantua?

It's not important.

If we're lucky, they'll think
we've been killed in the riots.

And when Verona thinks
we're dead, then what?

I don't know, but we can't stay here.

I can!

Stay here.

I don't want to start over
in Padua or Mantua.

What I want is what you always
claimed to want for me...

a good marriage to a good man

who'll take care of us both.

I want to be a wife, Rosaline...

a wife and a mother
and a Capulet here in Verona.

My home.

If you want to run away,

I'll tell them any lie you want me to,

but you're going to be running alone.

[Knock on door]

A messenger came from the palace.

It says you're to go there at once.

♪

Make way!

Man: Steady, lads.

Brace. You've got to brace yourselves.

[Indistinct shouting]

[Screams]

My Lady! I can take you to safety.

Come. Come.

Hurry. Hurry.

Rosaline: Where are we going?

- Quick, here.
- No!

[Sighs] You!

Aren't you the least bit
grateful, Capulet?

I did just save you.
I was about to save myself.

You were about to die in the street.

I just risked my life for you.

- Why?
- Because you needed my help.

I don't need anyone's help,
least of all yours.

All this is your fault.

How on earth do you blame me?

If you'd calmed Tybalt down
instead of fanning the flames,

or if you'd killed him yourself
instead of letting Romeo do it,

none of this would've happened.

Our city wouldn't be in ruins.

Neither of our families
would've lost their heirs.

Of course it's my fault
Montague and Capulet

only managed to squeeze out
a single child apiece.

And if I'd only thought to
sacrifice my own life.

Did you never think you
could've kept Juliet

from marrying
my cousin in the first place?

Maybe all this is on you.

Maybe.

So I'll not burden you with my presence.

Thank you for saving me. Goodbye.

You're welcome!

[Muffled moaning]

[Muffled shouting]

[Man screams]

[Door creaks]

[Man screams]

Woman: Lie still.

Man: It hurts.

Oh, God. It hurts.

You're making it worse.

[Gasps] No. No more.

Romeo.

Romeo.

Juliet is my wife.

Lady Capulet: Shh. He's dead.

He can't hurt you.

Get out!

Livia, you cannot be here.

Who is he?

None of your concern.

He's dying.

He'll be fine.

He won't be.

I tended to my mother
in her final days, my Lady.

I... know the face of death.

And I know how to care for the sick.

You'll need another pair of hands

if he's to stay alive.

[Paris groans]

Very well.

If you can keep a secret.

That I can, my Lady.

That I can.

♪

What is the meaning of this?

Lord Capulet: My niece,
I know you haven't

always been well-treated under my roof.

But be honest with me now...
Are you loyal to House Capulet?

I am, Uncle.

And are you loyal to Verona?

Of course, my Lord.

What is this about?

Our city's enemies
are looming at our gates,

and it is time to put aside
local rivalries

for the greater good.

What is the meaning of this?

Hush! Girl.

By royal decree,
I, Escalus, Royal Prince

and sole sovereign of the city of Verona

do herefore order the marriage

of Rosaline Capulet
and Benvolio Montague

to cement your families
as allies, not rivals.

If Montague and Capulet
cannot coexist as two,

they must become one.

Our city's survival depends upon it.

Uncle, her?

You consented to marrying
a Capulet maiden.

A maiden, yes, but not this... harpy.

And I never consented at all.

You will do as you are told.

No, my Lord.

I will not.

Rosaline!

Come back here!

Escalus: [Whispering] Rosaline!

Rosaline Capulet!

I thought you wouldn't come tonight.

And miss a chance to wish
my Rosaline sweet dreams?

[Giggles]

Escalus!

Do you know what my father
would do to you

if he caught you in my room?

Make me marry you.

[Muffled] Help!

What is it? What's happened?

I know not, but begone.

- Livia?
- It's father.

They stabbed him in the streets...

the Montagues!

He's dying!

[Crying]

Escalus: My Lady.

My Rosaline.

Don't call me that.

Don't talk to me like you care.

Of course I care.

You know I care.

Then how can you do this?

Because the Medici are expanding
their army in Florence.

Because the Papal States grow
more powerful by the day.

Because even Venice would
conquer us given half a chance.

And Montague would have
your head on a spike

given less of a chance than that.

And don't think my uncle is better.

I am no fool.

But we cannot be a city divided.

Whatever the price.

So, you'd sell me off to a man I hate?

Sell you off?

Are you too blind to see
that I'm trying to help you,

give you back what you've lost,
restore your nobility,

let you live out your life
in some kind of comfort?

You think that's what I want?

What I lost

when I was just a girl
too young and stupid

to see the bars of the cage
she'd been raised in?

I don't want what I lost.

I don't want comfort.

I don't even know
what comfort is anymore.

What do you want?

You never even said goodbye.

I begged to.

My father didn't give me a chance.

I would give you anything...

anything in this world
to make you happy.

Just tell me.

What do you want?

♪

♪

♪

[Door closes]

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