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was the birthplace for all of William
Shakespeare's famous plays.

Today, the Bard's works are respected
and well -read.

In his own time, however, Shakespeare's
plays were performed to match the spirit

of the lusty and ribald times they
portrayed.

On the wings of your imagination, then,
come back through the mists of time to a

summer's evening in old London and take
your place with our audience that is

about to view the greatest romantic play
ever written.

Countrymen, lend me your ears.

May the heavens burst. That man is dead.

Go.

We pay to see Romeo and Juliet.

And you give us Julius Caesar.

It is true. It is true. Romeo and
Juliet.

and gentle folk, hush, I pray you, for
soon there shall unfold before you a

of two young lovers.

Let the players come forth.

Foreman Shane as Romeo.

Shannon Carse as the Prince.

Deidre Nelson as Juliet.

Wendell Swink as the good Friar
Lawrence.

Mickey Jones as Lady Catulet.

Your friendly neighborhood narrator,
James Brand.

Karen Thomas as maid number one.

Jay Edwards as Balthazar.

Pat Davis as maid number two.

Vince Dean Wallace as the nurse.

Tom Jones as Gregory.

Tiffany Lane, maid number three.

Eleanor Rigby, maid number four.

Gary the hunchback.

Played by Sidney Carlyle.

Adam Lawrence playing the Lord Montague.

Antoinette Maynard, maid number five.

Dorothea Christie, maid number six.

Marvin Sweetbody as Paris.

Kelly, as the stagehand.

And Stuart Lancaster as Lord Capulet.

Behold, the streets of beautiful
downtown Verona.

Here,

two

wealthy families have been feuding.

New blood has been shed, and tempers are
running hot.

Caught between are two lovers, Romeo of
the Montague family and Juliet of the

Capulets. Here we have the greedy Lord
Capulet.

And,

gentlemen, the lovely Lady Capulet.

I will make full then servant to the
Capulet house, Gregory.

And so, let the play begin.

Help me! Help me! Dave, before I run you
through.

I shall deal the same with my lord
Montague or his son Romeo if the need

Well spoken, dear Gregory. It seems your
loyalty goes far beyond this low

salary. Oh, shh!

Well spoken, dear Gregory.

It seems your loyalty goes far beyond
the small salary I pay you.

Tis but my devotion to you, my lord.

Ah, yes, brave Gregory. Did I reward you
well enough for saving my wife's life

in that fire at the prince's great
masquerade ball?

Oh, but my lord was more than generous.

I have two flagons of the best wine.

And three of the best winches and all of
beautiful downtown Verona with it.

Dear Stead, I... I mean, brave Gregory,
I too must repay the favors I owe you,

and soon. I thought that was against the
law in public.

Pardon my law, but look.

Here comes the father of Romeo, old
Montague himself.

And with him is big -ass servant
Balthazar.

At last my sword shall sing.

Montague!

Your son Romeo is a fag!

A weakling, piddling fag.

Well, Balthazar, you big -ass, are you
not my protector?

Will you allow this knave to insult my
son Romeo in the house of Montague?

Never, my lord.

Juliet is a slut.

A slut in the house of Capulet.

Attack him, Gregory.

Attack!

vocals on. Cut off his privates!

Here come the prince.

Barbarians, who do you think you are,
fighting in my city and disturbing the

peace? Right you are.

Never disturb a peace.

Capulet, Montague, this is the third
time.

I will not warn you again. If you
disturb the peace of beautiful downtown

once more, I'll have your heads.

Dear prince, it is not my husband's
fault.

This pig, Montague, insulted our
innocent daughter, Juliet.

He called her a slut.

Montague, can this be true?

Tis true, my lord.

But not before that old ass Capulet
called my son Romeo a degenerate stud.

Well, now, I know not about Romeo, but I
do know that Juliet is the sweetest

virgin, the loveliest innocent in all
beautiful downtown Verona.

He's talking to me!

Tis true, tis true, Juliet.

You are the hottest light in all
beautiful downtown Verona.

My dear, dear prince.

You must promise to keep my secret.

If my dear, dear Romeo ever
discovered...

I would kill myself.

Fear not, dear Juliet.

Your terrible secret will go with me to
my reserve plot in beautiful downtown

Baroque.

Knock, knock.

Oh!

Oh.

Just a second.

Good morning, milady.

Tis a beautiful morning. Oh, yes, and...

And I feel just wonderful.

Did you sleep well, milady?

Oh. Oh, yes.

Like an exhausted rabbit.

I... see what you mean.

What? Oh.

Just jabbering to myself.

Well, milady, I guess I'll make your bed
after you have your breakfast.

Enjoy your breakfast, milady.

Thank you, dear nurse.

That wench.

I'll have her hit on a platter.

Almost crushed my foot.

Did you...

Bolt

the door?

Do you know what Joan of Arc said while
she was being burned at the stake?

No. What did Joan of Arc say while being
burned at the stake?

What did she say after that?

Damn all these faggots.

What's a faggot?

If a captain of a ship had a first mate
by the name of Monty and he glued his

door shut, could you say, Cap, you let
Monty glue you in?

Hey, tell me why they don't let
Italianos play in this version, eh?

The prophet who saith, Prince who make
love on side of hill, not on level.

If Juliet sold oranges on the corner,
would she be called Lauren Juliet?

I care not for these ladies who must be

wooed and prayed.

Give me, fair Juliet, the wanton country

maid.

Nature art disdain.

But when we come where comfort is,

she never will say no.

If I court Julietta, she gives me

fruits and flowers.

Thank you.

If Juliet is the sun and the moon is
sick and pale, would that affect

savings time?

Oh.

Oh! Oh!

No, I... I've been asleep.

By the look of your breakfast tray and
your bed, you must have had a nightmare.

Oh.

Yes.

Merciful gods, will there be any left
for poor Romeo?

Romeo.

My dear, dear Romeo.

Nurse, do you think the heavens will
bless us and make Romeo and me happy?

I'm sure of it, milady, since you are
saving your virgin flower for only him.

Oh, yes, yes, but I find it easy to do
so because

of my great love for him. And especially
so...

Because I know he is true and faithful
to me also.

Oh, Romeo.

Romeo.

Wherefore art thou, Romeo?

Romeo.

Romeo.

Oh, Romeo.

Romeo, stop, or you shall drive me mad.

A pleasure to do so, my lady love.

They ought to get something straight
between the two of them. But here in the

kitchen, what have we discovered?

Well, if I know this horny little house
of yours, they'll probably want to join

in on the fun.

Tis true, tis true. We are a horny
bunch.

Said like a trooper.

The brightness of them would shame the
stars.

Up and out.

No

bed,

Lady Capulet.

Oh

Surely you are fairer than your
daughter.

That you'll never know. My husband has
sworn it.

Well, that may be so.

But a stud is a stud.

By the way, where is your good husband
just now?

Discussing.

Oh, Romeo, business.

Of state.

Business

of state,

she says.

Aye, business, but of state?

Come,

I shall let you be the judge.

Now you must admit, my good Paris, that
my daughter Juliet would make a fine

wife for a nobleman of your wealth.

Oh, my dear Capulet, I do not disparage
the looks and manners of her, Juliet.

Indeed, I have heard through some
sources that she is a hot one, whatever

might mean.

Hot one?

Yes. Pray tell, does that mean that she
might be warmly received in court? Oh,

yes, yes, of course.

And she'd make a fine mother for your
heir.

Oh, yes. Well, she needn't worry on that
matter.

Well, what say we strike the bargain,
eh?

So be it.

Ah, it will be hard living with a woman.

And so Fair Juliet becomes victim to a
scheme.

Her father, for reasons of position and
money...

is going to marry her to a gay nobleman.

As our play continues, let us visualize
the dungeons of the Capulet house.

Now you shall see how much of a pink
penny old Capulet really is.

Whip her!

Whip her! Whip her!

Well said, dear Derek. Well said.

Whip her! Whip her!

And now, you kitchen scum, perhaps
you'll tell us what you did with Lady

Capulet's two silken scarves.

Oh, kind sir, please.

I have done nothing. I never saw them.

Upon my virginity, I speak the truth.

If you don't confess, Your virginity
will end up with old Derek here.

Merciful heavens, will not the gods save
me from such a fate?

Confess, I say.

But I am innocent.

Strike again, Gregory.

Keep it up until she bleeds.

Very well, my lord.

All right, wench.

What have you done with my lady's
scarves?

I say confess.

Are you going to confess?

Confess.

Confess.

Confess.

Greetings, Grand Balthazar.

A fine bit of fakery was our fight this
afternoon.

Aye, I'm sure we'll reap battle bonuses
from our foolish masters.

Ah, speaking of bonuses, what hunk of
delicious meat do we have hanging from

these rafters?

This is Candice.

She has promised to grant our every
wish.

For faking that torture with that old
goat capulet.

You may join us if you wish.

Oh, kiss me quick.

Willie never wrote this.

Please, kind sirs. One at a time,
please.

Then choose, fair lady, choose.

The decision should not be difficult.

Oh, but how can I choose between two
such men and poor me to receive you

Very well.

You shall be first with me.

I'm sure that your gentleman will excuse
me.

If you would care to watch, however, I
would not object.

Go away, fetch a candle.

Methinks this maid is playing a hunch.

It certainly does.

I never have any trouble with my sex
life. I always play my hunch.

Oh, Jack.

Oh, Jack. Oh,

Jack.

Give her, Ronson.

But I have a zipper.

Jack.

Jack.

Jack.

For being so long out of

practice, our friend makes her moan
fritually, does he not?

Aye.

Too bad we could not provide a paying
audience for our friend's labor of love.

A tidy sum could be had.

Jack. Oh,

Jack.

Derek. Is that slob going to devour her?

I'm afraid that you and I are going to
be left with a dead little lass.

Dead little lass?

Lass, man, lass.

Lass.

Oh, Derek.

friends here go for broke let us not
forget Romeo he longs for his Juliet but

her father watches her like a hawk so he
despairs but at last he thinks of a

plan whereby he might steal a glance of
his fair Juliet so let us leave this

steaming group and go to the gardens of
the Capulet house which are overlooked

by a balcony from Juliet's bedroom

What light through yonder window breaks?

Oh, it is the east, and fair Juliet is
the sun.

Arise, fair sun, and kill that envious
moon who is

already sick and pale with grief.

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou,

Romeo?

It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.

Deny thy father and refuse thy name.

Oh, or if thou wilt not be but sworn my
love,

and I'll no longer be a Capulet.

The brightness of her cheek would shame
those stars as daylight doth a lamp.

And her eyes in heaven, through those
airy regions, would shine so brightly

that birds would sing and think it were
not night.

What's mine to you?

Oh, it is neither harm nor...

no foot, no hand, no face, or any other
part belonging

to a man.

Be some other name.

What's in a name?

That which we call a rose by any other
name would

smell as sweet.

See how she leans her cheek upon that
hand?

Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand.
Oh, that I might touch that

cheek.

Oh, what the hell?

Good night.

Good night.

Parting is such...

Sweet sorrow.

It's all right.

Is this what they mean by puppy love?

Such is often the fate of people who
wander into strange gardens at night.

But now, let... What of the townspeople
this strange evening? What

are they doing?

Well... Since the servants of both
houses must pretend to hate each other

the daytime, they have set aside tonight
to give vent to their emotions.

They are going to eat and drink and make
merry.

And Joy and Helen and Betty and Janet
and Mary and...

Or whoever.

Since I am prince of all beautiful
downtown Verona, should I not be first?

Nay, my lord.

On a battleground such as this, it's
every man for himself.

So be it.

in such antics.

Well, how would you like to drink warm
beer?

If I cannot outclass a mere hunchback, I
should not be the prince of all

beautiful downtown Corona.

How would you book a picture like this?

It won't be as hard as he thinks.

What do I do now?

As you can see, our friends are enjoying
themselves tremendously this evening.

But we must leave this scene of good
fellowship and warm feeling and follow

course of our hero, Romeo, who seeks the
aid of his good friend, Friar Lawrence.

Friar! Friar Lawrence!

Oh.

Friar.

Have you noticed all these dirty old...

getting bald but me?

Fire Lawrence!

Be gone, my lady.

Me thinks that's Romeo.

Don't stop now, Friar.

I'll have your head.

If you don't get the hell out... Out
here, I fear your husband will

cut off more than my head.

There's only one door.

Well, I'm going to have to find
someplace for you to hide some gum under

Cryer!

Cryer Lawrence!

Cryer Lawrence!

Hurry, hurry.

Watch me.

Fire Lawrence!

Fire! Fire Lawrence!

Fire Lawrence!

Fire!

Fire Lawrence!

Fire Lawrence!

Fire Lawrence!

Fire Lawrence!

I'm in desperate need of your help. What
the devil, Romeo? You scared the hell

out of me.

You look a little peaked. What's the
matter with you?

I want you to marry Juliet and me.

Oh, that explains it. No, that's not
all.

I was in the Capulet Gardens the other
night.

Having a ball.

What, were you daft, boy?

Hell no. I could hear her squealing with
delight.

No, no, no.

Daft, boy.

Daft.

Daft. Daft.

Yes. It's crazy.

Anyway, during all of this action, a
member of the household, a youth named

Tybalt. Tybalt.

I tried to horn in and drew my sword and
I killed him.

Oh, Lord, have mercy.

Oh, dear.

You know what that means, my boy.

You are going to be banished from all
beautiful downtown Verona. I know, Friar

Lawrence. That's why you must get word
to Juliet. Yes. You've got to marry us

immediately so that I can flee Verona
with her.

Oh, fear not, my son.

I shall take word to Juliet.

And now.

Thank you, Friar. Thank you very much.

You're welcome, my boy.

You've helped me before, and I know
you'll do it this time.

I'm very glad to.

And so, Friar Lawrence hurries to get
word to Juliet.

Maybe.

For the life of me, I can't remember
what the hell I had to tell you. Just

me how you're going to sock it to me.

Oh, mercy.

Oh, mercy. Oh, please. You'll suffocate
me. Oh, I'm churchy.

I know it was... I know it was something
important.

Later, you old codger.

Kiss me.

Lick me.

Defile me.

Then banish me to hell.

Banish?

Romeo.

Oh.

Son of a gun.

Now that's what's called a dirty old
man.

Romeo's in danger.

He's about to be banished from all
beautiful downtown Verona.

Banished? Yes. You must go to Juliet
quickly.

And tell her of such.

It shall be done.

Yes.

And so, dear friends, our play proceeds
apace.

Romeo is to be banished.

Juliet will be forced to marry Paris.

And now, behold, our fair Juliet.

Oh, my dear, dear Romeo.

When shall we be married?

Mark, Mark.

Who is it?

Your nurse, my lady.

Enter, dear nurse.

Oh, my lady, I've come from the friars.
He tells me Romeo is to be banished.

Banished? Oh, my dear gods.

I shall never see him again.

Poor mistress.

Do not weep. For love shall always find
a way.

It is the greatest medicine devised by
the gods to let us forget our troubles.

How does that feel?

Oh, you're right.

A little lower.

The pleasure is all mine.

Come, m 'lady.

Dry yourself upon the bed.

I care not for these ladies who must be
wooed and

prayed. Give me, Sir Julieta, the

wanton country maid.

Nature art disdain.

She gives me fruits and flowers.

But if we love these ladies,

we must give golden showers.

Give them gold that sells love.

and Screwliet.

I love them.

She gives me fruits and flowers.

But if we love these ladies, we must
give golden

showers.

Give them gold that sells love.

Juliet,

are you sleeping, my child?

All confounded, girl?

Will you light a candle before I break
my foot?

What the hell is going on?

I'm sorry to disturb you, my dear, but I
have happy news.

Tomorrow, you will marry the good Lord
Paris.

Oh, but... but tomorrow?

Ah, no arguments now, you little bitch,
or I'll have you... Oh, nay!

Nay, Father.

Do not say it.

You are wise.

I will do as you say. What?

Oh, well, very good. Very good.

I'm glad to see you've come to your
senses.

Well, good night, my dear.

Good night.

Sleep well.

I'll see you in the morning.

That old money -hungry, horny ass.

Oh, dear nurse, how can I marry Paris
when my heart belongs to Romeo?

Perhaps the good friar will have a plan.
Oh, yes.

Oh, go to him quickly.

Now, good friends, the plot thickens.

Is it possible that the good Friar
Lawrence can devise a plan devious

keep Juliet for Romeo?

Well, I don't give a damn.

Before anything else happens, I'm going
to do the wedge.

Attaboy.

Tickle her fancy.

Well, blow me down.

It was capulation, I know.

Would you want that stud poking fun at
your daughter?

And Lord Capulet has set his plan.

He's going to marry Juliet to Paris
tomorrow.

Then we must get Juliet out of the house
tonight.

He plans to marry her tomorrow. Surely
old Capulet won't let Juliet out of the

house tonight.

All is lost.

Oh, it is true.

Alas, it is true.

No, no, no, no.

Fear not, my children.

I have a plan.

Want to hear my plan?

What is your plan?

Here's my plan.

I shall go to Juliet now.

And you two wait here.

Oh, my fair Juliet.

What fate befalls you?

My heart is so sick and heavy with grief
for you.

I wonder if my fair Juliet is as sick
with loneliness and grief as I am

at this moment.

Oh, yes, my lord.

She cries for you every waking moment.

To unbuckle my shoe.

The secret sex life?

Of Romeo and Juliet?

And her dreams, dear nurse. Her dreams.
Am I with her then?

Aye, to be sure.

Mm -hmm.

Who wrote this mess?

Kisses must taste like frosting on cake.

Take it from me, they do.

I'll take it from you.

Oh, Romeo.

If I were but half a man, I'd run to her
and carry her off.

Heavens. There's only been enough for
poor Juliet.

Who the... Who the hell cares? She's got
enough anyway.

I hate to see my horny son go down.

Sock it to me.

Sock it to me.

Sock it to me.

Sock it to me.

Sock it to me.

Sock it to me, Romeo.

Oh, oh, sock it to me.

lies with his sorrow, the good friar has
gone to Juliet with a plan to help her

escape from marrying Paris.

Let us follow them now to the tomb of
Capulet Holmes.

It is here that you shall drink the
potion, my dear.

Friar, I still do not understand.

Oh, fear not, fair Juliet.

This potion will...

merely make you sleep.

But your father and Paris will think
that you have killed yourself with

And then can I sneak out and ball Romeo?

I mean, meet Romeo.

You were right the first time, my dear.

Now, sip the potion while I run to your
father and break the bad news to him.

Godspeed, dear friar.

Tell me, good friend Gregory.

Where the devil are we?

We stand... We stand in the

stygian blackness of... We stand... The

saints preserve us. We're lost beneath
the earth.

Nay, nay, good friend. Do I not know my
own house?

Sure. This is the tomb of that
lustrous... that illustrious...

that old goat Capulet.

And directly below are the wine cellars.

Let us go henceforth and quench our
thirst.

Onward!

In... What?

A small desire.

You pig!

You big -ass!

Oh, die.

Before you do, give me the wine flask.

The hell have we here?

A stud is a stud, drunk or otherwise.

And death is a long, long thing.

So why not one last fling?

Gregory, thou art a great hunk of man.

How lucky it is that you should come
upon me here.

It is my pleasure, milady.

Come here, you great stud, you. Milady!

It's a dream.

It's a dream.

It scared me.

Lady, I'm in no condition.

I have heard thou art always ready.

Socket to this. And coffin.

Oh, really?

Yeah.

That's enough.

Always

ready?

I'm in heaven.

It even sounds like heaven.

Bless

my

soul. This is Julia.

Here, Gregory.

Save a bit for a friend.

Stay! You don't stay!

You want to crush his boat?

It cannot be true.

He is my father.

Good God.

If he should find us here with her and
me and Montague, let's flee.

But there is no other door.

Juliet would not do such a thing.

I'm a little pussycat.

I'm a little titmouse.

I'm poop.

And what if this mixture does not work
at all?

Then shall I be married tomorrow?

Oh, no.

No.

Romeo.

I come.

This do I drink to be.

Oh, lack, amiss.

Oh, dreadful day.

My daughter has slain herself.

Oh, poor me.

To lose the wealth she would have
brought as a bride.

How can I ever tell Paris?

near its end.

Fair Juliet lies in the tomb.

News of her death has spread like fire
through all of beautiful downtown

But even before Friar Lawrence could
reach Romeo and tell him that it was all

trick, the news had reached even his
ears.

But soft.

Methinks I hear our hero, Romeo.

love my life oh how can this be what can
be left for me now

there was not but you fair Juliet and
there can be not but you

I shall join you in death

I have forgotten our feud, dear Capulet,
so that I may pay my respects to your

daughter.

Your sorrow must be great.

I, old friend, in Paris must be furious.

But you at least still have your son.

Not so.

Alas, here lies my son.

Upon my word, so it is.

Oh, it seems he longed for your daughter
even in death.

Aye. Well, the least we can do is oblige
them now. Help me lift him into the

coffin.

Now, my friend, help me to cover up this
tragic sight.

it seems we are both childless.

Aye.

Well, now that we've gotten rid of this
hot stud and sexy siren,

what say we make up for lost time, huh?

Goodbye, George, you dirty old man.

You still have it in you, huh? Let's
start with a couple of drinks.

Aye, and I know two kitchen maids who'll
be glad to join us.

Julia. Romeo.

Julia.