But this young man only waited for a chance to quarrel with Romeo. Tybalt, being very angry, went at once to his uncle, and told him how a Montagu had come uninvited to the feast but old Capulet was too fine a gentleman to be discourteous to any man under his own roof, and he bade Tybalt be quiet. And he was saying this-or something like it-to his friend, when Tybalt, Lady Capulet’s nephew, hearing his voice, knew him to be Romeo. And he looked at this other fair lady, and she moved in the dance in her white satin and pearls, and all the world seemed vain and worthless to him compared with her. Presently amid the dancers he saw a lady so beautiful and so lovable, that from that moment he never again gave one thought to that Rosaline whom he had thought he loved. Romeo was in his best too, and though he wore a black mask over his eyes and nose, every one could see by his mouth and his hair, and the way he held his head, that he was twelve times handsomer than any one else in the room. Old Capulet welcomed him and his two friends very kindly-and young Romeo moved about among the crowd of courtly folk dressed in their velvets and satins, the men with jeweled sword hilts and collars, and the ladies with brilliant gems on breast and arms, and stones of price set in their bright girdles. So to the Capulets’ grand party he came, with his friends Mercutio and Benvolio.
This lady had never been at all kind to him, and he had no reason to love her but the fact was that he wanted to love somebody, and as he hadn’t seen the right lady, he was obliged to love the wrong one. But there was a young Montagu named Romeo, who very much wanted to be there, because Rosaline, the lady he loved, had been asked. Now Lord Capulet, the head of that family, gave a party-a grand supper and dance-and he was so hospitable that he said anyone might come to it-except (of course) the Montagues. And their relations and servants were just as foolish, so that street fights and duels and things of that kind were always growing out of the Montagu and Capulet quarrel. So that a Montagu wouldn’t speak to a Capulet if he met one in the street-nor a Capulet to a Montagu- or if they did speak, it was to say rude and unpleasant things, which often ended in a fight. There was an old, old quarrel between the two families, and instead of making it up like reasonable folks, they made a sort of pet of their quarrel, and would not let it die out. But in one thing they were extremely silly. They were both rich, and I suppose they were as sensible, in most things, as other rich people.
Once upon a time there lived in Verona two great families named Montagu and Capulet. Please like my post and share with your friends to help me grow my website. Here I present before you the most staged play by Shakespeare “Romeo and Juliet” in a story format.
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