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

I cannot let you do this, Romeo.

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

and that, my father
would kill you for, cousin.

You don't approve of this union?

- I do not.
- Nor do I.

Benvolio Montague.

Rosaline Capulet.

Escalus, you must always
put Verona first.

Yes, Father.

A new young prince, properly managed,

could improve our fortunes

and diminish the Montagues!

Lord Capulet.

Lord Montague.

Montagues and Capulets
have always fought.

Not like this, brother.

Take this potion,
and you will appear to be dead.

I'll wait with you.

Thou art a true friend, fair Rosaline.

I come to mourn my wife.

She's my fiancée!

Aah!

A curse on the house of Montague!

If you'd killed Tybalt yourself
instead of letting Romeo do it,

neither of our families
would've lost their heirs.

Did you never think you
could've kept Juliet

from marrying my cousin
in the first place?

Maybe all this is on you.

To cement your families
as allies, I order the marriage

of Rosaline Capulet
and Benvolio Montague.

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

We cannot be a city divided.

Leave Verona?

Why?

Because I am an old man.

And come a day not long from now,

you will take my place upon the throne.

So I am sending you to Venice.

It's far away from the feud

that threatens to rip
our fair city apart.

No Montagues, no Capulets.

Just a place where you can learn
to rule in peace.

I cannot leave you
or my sister or the court.

Or... Rosaline Capulet?

It is my great hope that
when you become prince,

you, too, will know all that
goes on in this palace...

who is scheming, who is profiting,

who meets in secret with
Rosaline Capulet in the stables.

I know all, my son.

And I know this...

you can never be with a Capulet woman.

What?

We must never choose between
Montague and Capulet.

For now, they fight among themselves,

as they have for 100 years.

But let the royal family get involved

and it will mean the death
of us all... mark my words.

No woman is worth that.

But I love her.

It matters not.

Your things have been
sent ahead, my son.

I have to say goodbye.

Her father just died.

I love her.

Your carriage waits outside.

Now?

Now.

I've found them.

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Can you fix this?

I think so.

Are you certain?

You found her.

I did.

Has everything been settled, Your Grace?

Yes, Lord Montague, it has.

The wedding will proceed as planned.

Excellent news.

Indeed.

Come, Rosaline.

Where are you going?

To bed, Uncle.

It has been a long night.

You no longer sleep
in the servants' quarters.

Then where am I to sleep?

My Lord, I cannot.

I will not.

This is Juliet's room.

Yes, and Juliet is gone.

You are a Capulet Lady now.

It is your duty to behave as one.

And you have been promised.

I'm honor-bound to deliver you
to the Montagues well-fed,

well-cared for,
and with your virtue intact.

And here is where you can best
keep an eye on me.

And the door has a lock.

Uncle, what are you doing here?

I'd ask you the same,

but your presence in this whorehouse

is rather predictable.

- Stella, wait.
- Let her run.

You screwed yourself out of the
first marriage I arranged for you.

You're not going to screw
yourself out of this one.

Meet me outside with your dignity...

if you can find it.

The herbs you gave him aren't working.

Give them time.

Perhaps we should take him to a doctor.

Lady Capulet told you...

no one can know Count Paris is here.

Yes, but if he's to stay alive...

Do you question your mistress?

If she says no one's to know,
no one is to know.

You put her where?!

She is betrothed to
a Montague, which makes her a Lady.

She can't sleep amongst the servants.

So you put her in Juliet's bed?!

Our daughter, whose sweet,
precious body isn't yet cold.

Guiliana...

And that insolent girl is
already warming her sheets?

The streets of Verona
are running with blood.

Did you see what they called Juliet?

"Harlot"!

Who do you think did that?

A Capulet? One of our own?

Don't let your grief blind you.

Our future is at stake.

Our future is lying dead in a crypt,

and apparently, only one of us cares.

How dare you say I don't care!

For Verona, perhaps,
but not for your own blood.

Father never had
a Feast of the Great Houses

before Christmas.

Father never had to.

Yes, of course.

The great ruler whose shoes
I will never fill.

I didn't say that.

You didn't need to.

You've been on that throne a week

and there's already been a riot.

Look at us, Escalus...
young and untested.

The Houses of Verona
need to see our strength.

You make it sound as if our noble Lords

are a pack of dogs in the street.

I'm sure they can be reasoned
with, given the chance.

Reason may have carried the day
in Venice,

but here, people only respond
to strength.

How did you reason with Rosaline?

I didn't have to.

I am her prince.

Marriage of Capulet and Montague
was the right move, brother.

It raises Rosaline
back where she belongs,

brings her back to her friends at court.

And the longer their families fight,

the weaker Verona becomes.

There is no greater invitation
for invasion

than a city divided.

I know all the reasons.

These men have been accused
of murder, Your Grace.

Two Montagues and a Capulet.

Then they shall be put to death,
as the Crown's law decrees.

Have mercy, Your Grace!

Please!

Please!

Please!

The Crown's law is barbaric.

Strength, brother.

Strength.

I'm sorry, My Lord, but you
are already too far in debt.

The construction of the cathedral

has temporarily sapped my funds.

And... with the loss
of my only child, Juliet...

My sympathies extend
to all beneath your roof,

but your losses cannot also be mine.

You can't think that
you won't be repaid?

My niece is soon to be betrothed,

and I will receive a bride price

that... that will more
than cover the debt.

My Lord, your promises
are as empty as my pockets.

But this kindness will I show...

since you are in mourning,
I will forgo the interest.

Only worry about the debt
that is already owed.

My Lord.

The most successful routes

have been through the Levant, not Genoa.

This is your inheritance now.

It would behoove you
to take an interest.

I have other interests, Uncle.

Yes, I saw.

A century ago, our people were peasants,

born with nothing, dying with nothing,

making no mark upon this world.

I am offering you all this.

What, exactly, is so difficult
about accepting it?

A life that's mine only because
your true heir lies dead?

The Capulet girl doesn't want me
any more than I want her.

And I may be many things, Uncle,

but I've never been with a woman
who wasn't willing.

Foolish boy.

Love is a matter of lust
and circumstance.

The key to our family's survival
is power.

When you make Rosaline Capulet
Rosaline Montague,

you add the power of her name
to the money of our House.

What's the first thing you see

when you look at Verona's skyline?

Capulet's cathedral.

It'll be beautiful once it's finished.

You'll get no argument from me.

Two weeks ago, I noticed
construction had stopped,

and I haven't seen a single soul
on its scaffolding since.

The Capulets have been building
that church for two generations.

Yet not anymore, it seems.

I want you to find out why.

A Capulet architect isn't going
to speak to a Montague.

Figure it out

or I'll cut you off.

And I think you'll find whores

don't tend to spread their legs
for the poor.

Livia. Thank God it's you.

Uncle says you're a Lady now...
and I'm to serve you?

What?

Is it true you're to marry
Benvolio Montague?

- No, no.
- But Uncle says you're to be betrothed.

He may have lost his mind,
but I have not lost mine.

I will not... I cannot marry a Montague.

But... if you marry,

you and your husband
could take me with you.

Do you forget the Montagues
killed our father?

I'd rather be a servant
until the day I die

than be the wife of a Montague.

And I would hope
that you feel the same way.

- Rosaline...
- I am not getting married.

How exactly do you plan
to get out of it?

I need to speak to the Prince.

Uncle was quite clear
you're not to leave the room,

and that I was not to let you out

or there'd be grave consequences.

So... unless you can get
the Prince to come to you...

Is there anything
I can bring you, my Lady?

Livia...

Anything at all?

Actually, there is.

My Princess.

Lord Capulet, Lady Rosaline.

Princess Isabella,
a visit from the palace

is a great honor for Lady Rosaline.

Thank you for agreeing to see me.

I was thrilled you asked.

- Since you...
- Since I'm Lady Rosaline now.

I know you're not thrilled
with my brother's decision,

but if it means that
we can be friends again...

I don't want to marry that Montague.

That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

I think your brother
made a rash decision.

He is your prince.

If I could just talk to him...

He won't change his mind.

Please.

Don't make me beg you.

Why don't you come to the feast
tomorrow night?

Of the Great Houses?

Lady Capulet has declined
on account of her grief.

You and your uncle
could represent your House.

I'll tell Escalus
you want to talk to him.

Will you attend?

I would like that very much.

Yes, I will attend.

Thank you...

my friend.

It's good to see you... Lady Rosaline.

Stop, thief!

Give me back my chisels.

Didn't your mother tell you
not to steal from artists?

Everyone knows you only steal
from the rich.

Let me go!

You let go of the chisels,
I'll let go of you.

Let her go.

Thank you...

Benvolio.

You're a Montague, correct?

I am, sir.

Looks like you're going to
have to re-sharpen this one.

You work with stone?

- Sometimes bronze.
- I'm yet to sculpt with marble.

Was that niello I saw on
the outer frame of the duomo?

Not just a stonemason,
but an artist, as well.

It's more of a hobby.

All this talk
of Capulets and Montagues...

the real war is between
artists and patrons.

They use us to increase their power

and refuse to reward us for our work.

How can your patron not appreciate this?

The proportions of these windows
are perfect.

You are kind, but unfortunately,

my patron holds his compliments
and his funds

too close to his chest.

Really?

Hey!

Well done, my little friend.

Thank you, My Lord.

Good morning, Uncle.

This is far earlier
than your usual rise.

What trouble do you bring me
at this hour?

- No trouble at all.
- In fact, just the opposite.

I spoke with Capulet's architect
for quite some time.

Capulet owes him and his stonemasons

a large sum of money.

It's why they stopped their work

with only a month left of construction.

So, Capulet is either cheap...

Or broke.

You did our House proud, nephew.

And I think I have a way to reward you.

Is that so?

You shall accompany me

to the Royal Feast at the palace tonight

as the heir to House Montague.

I'm sorry, Uncle,
but spending an evening

with a group of preening noblemen

is certainly not my idea of a reward.

Then let's not call it a "reward."

Let's call it an "obligation."

How is he?

Not well.

I fear he may not last
through the night.

What is that?

When my father was a soldier,
this was how they treated wounds

on the field of battle.

Boiling oil?
He'll die before he's healed.

Aye.

He may.

Lady Capulet is already sick with grief.

Another loss would be too much
for her to bear.

And my station in this house
would sink even lower.

So, it's important we try
everything we can to save him,

wouldn't you agree?

And I am sorry, My Lord.

But this going to hurt.

Shh.

His screams will wake the house.

Listen, My Lord, if you do not
let me do this, you will die.

Do you understand?

Good.

Now, bite down.

Do you know what you're going to say?

Yes.

The marriage of Capulet and Montague

will come as quite a shock.

Don't expect the news to go down easy.

These are rational men.

And ending this feud
will benefit us all.

If you think that's all it will take...

Do you have a better idea?

No.

I understand the stakes,

and I trust our guests will, as well.

Just remember... only one man
at that table wears the crown.

And Father said that crown
is about two things

and two things only...

Strength and sacrifice, sister.

I know.

What are you doing?

Just thought I'd check in on my beloved.

Ugh.

You must be enjoying playing dress-ups

with the noble ladies of the court.

If it were up to me, I'd be
halfway to a nunnery by now.

A nunnery?

You?

You know nothing about me
and you never will.

I do know some things.

Not enough to build a life together,

but I suppose we'll get there.

Fear not.

We aren't going to have to.

Capulet, are you plotting something?

Greetings.

I welcome the Great Houses
of Verona to my table tonight

to talk about the state of the
world and our place within it.

Florence, Venice, Milan...

our neighbors all wish to expand
their borders

and swallow up everything in their path.

I know there is a long history
of animosity

between some of your families,
but I think we all agree

that must end for Verona to survive.

So, let us not break bread tonight

as Montagues or Capulets
or Grimaldis or Ruspolis.

Let us break bread as a united Verona.

To our fair city.

Hear, hear.

As some of you may know,
Lord Capulet and I

are already putting
the Prince's words into action.

My heir, Benvolio,
is to marry Capulet's niece.

And in a gesture of solidarity,
I'd like to suggest

the Capulet cathedral as
the location of their wedding.

As it nears completion,
I'm sure we can all agree

it will be the most beautiful
structure in the world.

While I appreciate

Lord Montague's generosity of spirit,

I believe Your Grace would like
the wedding to take place

sooner than the scheduled
completion of the duomo.

I'm sure we could wait.

When will the cathedral be finished?

I will not discuss my business
affairs with a Montague.

You Capulets reek of snobbery.

You should be honored that the
Capulets would even share a room

with the Montagues after what
they did to Juliet's statue.

All of Verona knows
they only wrote the truth!

How dare you speak
of my daughter in that way!

Tell your friends to stand down!

You look to your own affairs!

You think you speak to me like that?!

I will speak to you any...

Aah!

Sit down.

Perhaps you didn't hear me.

Or you thought my words
were mere suggestions,

but I assure you they were not.

Peace in Verona is not a request...

or a debate.

It is an order on pain of death.

Do... you... understand?

Lord Montague.

Yes, Your Grace.

Lord Capulet.

Of course, Your Grace.

Good.

And I think having the wedding
in Capulet's duomo

is a splendid idea.

Greetings.

Good evening, My Lady.

I'm Friar Lawrence, your humble servant.

Friar Lawrence.

Are you here to mourn my Juliet?

Yes, My Lady,

as I have every day since her passing.

Did you know my daughter?

No. I had seen her from afar.

And I knew she was called
"the flower of Verona."

So, I supposed I come to mourn our city.

I am...

so sorry for your loss.

I'll leave you in peace.

Wait.

May I ask you a question, Friar?

Yes. Yes, of course.

My daughter, so full of life and joy,

and then one day... she takes her life.

It makes no sense.

Only God can know why someone
so young has been taken from us.

Yes.

But that is what perplexes me so.

Not why. How?

She was so young, so naive.

Where would Juliet ever get
such an idea?

It makes no sense.

The Lord's work is not ours to question.

And I wouldn't...

...if I knew she died at God's hand.

But you see, it makes no sense.

No sense at all.

What if she had someone
whispering ideas in her ear?

My Lady?

Thank you, Friar Lawrence.

You've been a great help.

Juliet?

Juliet.

No.

Who are you?

I'm Livia, My Lord.

You saved my life.

Thank you, Livia.

You're welcome, My Lord.

You spoke with your brother?

I did.

And?

What did he say?

Rosaline.

Escalus...

Your Grace.

I thought it best we speak...

alone.

You spoke with your sister?

I did.

Am I still to marry that Montague?

You ask as if I have a choice.

You rule this kingdom.

You can do anything you'd like.

I can't do anything I'd...

You just put a fork
through another man's hand.

I am the one without choice.

Rosaline...

Lord Grimaldi, those men...

I had to show them I have the power now.

I did what I had to do.

Did you?

That's not who I am.

It is, though.

You are a man who is forcing me
to marry another

when you know that you and I...

Rosaline...

you know that it is
for the good of Verona.

What about the good of me?

Have you thought nothing about me?

I should go.

I'm a Lady now, remember?

A Lady can't be alone
with a man, unchaperoned.

Rosaline, please.

Please what?

What more do you want from me,
Your Grace?

What more can I give my fair Verona?

Please...

can't we just sit and talk?

Not about Capulets or Montagues
or politics or Verona.

Just for a few minutes.

I spent years wishing
I could talk to you.

What would we talk about, Your Grace?

What more is there to say, Your Grace?

Stop calling me that.

Should I think of
some other names to call you?

You know what I mean.

You used to call me "Escalus."

I can't do that anymore.

I love you.

- Don't do that.
- I love you.

Don't.

No.

No, you aren't marrying him.

I can't allow you to marry him.

But you just said
it's for the good of Verona.

Verona needed a show of power.

I gave them one tonight,

and I can give them another and another.

But I can't give them you.

I won't give them you.

Are you sure?

You have to be sure.

I'm sure.

I love you.

I love you, too.

This is madness.

Then we are mad.

What?

We have to not do that.

But... I don't understand.

You don want to kiss me?

I want to kiss you.

But if I keep kissing you,

I'm gonna want to do more than kiss you

and I'm not going to be able to stop.

Understand?

Oh.

Do I have to go?

I'm never letting you
out of my sight again.

Stay.

We'll talk.

I'll tell you about Venice,
and I'll be a gentleman.

And in the morning...

we'll announce our news to everyone.

Shh.

Right.

Tell me about Venice.

My Lord.

It cannot be done.

You were supposed to be finished
months ago.

Yes, and months ago, I told you

that would require
more materials and more men.

It cannot be completed
if I cannot pay my workers.

I have given all that I can
toward this project.

My Lord, are you saying

you are no longer a man of great means?

The Crown has decreed that the
wedding will take place here.

Do you disobey your prince?

Of course not.

But you will have to explain.

I will explain you have failed.

If you think I will look
His Grace, Prince Escalus,

in the eye and tell him
that I am at fault,

you underestimate me.

You forget your station, sir.

I don't care how powerful
the Capulet name is.

I will not take the fall, My Lord,

for what you lack in money and morals.

You may say
that I lack money and morals,

and, indeed, you may be right.

But you're wrong about one thing.

My Lord?

You will take the fall.

Guiliana.

She was too young.

She made her do it.

What are you doing?
Those are Rosaline's things.

There must be something...
a diary, something.

She didn't just die.

Rosaline made her do it.

It doesn't make sense!

I wouldn't have woken you,
but it's Lord Montague's son.

Romeo.

Does Montague know?

But if this gets out, it's war.

A war it is my sworn duty to prevent.

Not even the Capulets would do this.

Wipe down the walls.

Restore Romeo's body to its
proper state as best you can.

Shroud it.

No one must know.

And leave this place as though
it had never been disturbed.

Yes, Your Grace.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Are you going to tell my uncle?

Or should I?

Tell him what?

That the betrothal is off.

That you and I...

I spent the night here.

Yes, you did.

With your dear friend Isabella.

You are nobility again.
It's perfectly proper.

At least, that's what I could say.

I'm sorry?

You said it yourself.

You spent the night here,

so you're either the Princess's
dear friend or the Prince's.

What?

What changed?

What do you want?

It's not what I want.

- You tricked me.
- I didn't.

You brought me here,
filled my head with lies.

I didn't.

What do you want?

- Rosaline...
- Say it.

I want you to marry Benvolio Montague.

I won't.

Then I will ruin your name.

I don't care about my name.

Does Livia?

Do you think she'll marry
with a harlot for a sister?

Believe me, Rosaline...
this is for the best.

Keep telling yourself that.

The other way. In the path now.

Go on. Get back.

The Crown made the law,
and we must follow through.

I know.

It's a spectacle
in service of our goals.

You can do this, brother.

I know.

Jacopo!

Citizens of Verona!

Two Montagues and a Capulet
have been accused of murder

during the riots
that struck our fair city.

It is my great hope that they
are the last of their kind.

Please, Your Grace, he's my only son.

Have mercy.

A city is only as strong as its people.

Without accord, it will fall.

Let this serve as a reminder

that the Crown will not tolerate discord

and that all are equal
in the eyes of the law.

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