Trust me Love, it's a nightgale, the one that's always in the pomagrante tree.
It's a lark, which means it's morning. You can see the sky getting lighter.
I have to go, unless you want me to stay. But if I stay, I'll die.
Yes, but it's not morning yet. Please stay. You don't need to leave.
Let them take me and kill me. I'm fine with this, if it's how you want it.
Yes it is! Go away! That is the lark singing.
People say that the lark sings nicely. But I don't think so, 'cause it's the thing that separates us.
We can still talk, it's not day yet.
You can see it getting lighter and lighter.
The lighter it gets, the darker our problems are.
Miss!
Yes, Nurse?
Your mom is coming up to your room. Be careful!
You better go now.
Goodbye, one kiss and I'll climb down.
Oh Romeo, It'll feel like forever until we see eachother again.
Goodbye, I'll send you a message, okay?
Oh! Do you think we'll ever see eachother again?
Oh course we will! And we will have these memories in the mean time.
I have a bad feeling about this.
Trust me, my love. It's our sadness that's making you feel like that.
Either I'm seeing things, or you're look pale.
Trust me, so do you.
But I gotta go. Goodbye!
Juliet! Are you awake?
Oh, that must be Mom. Why is she up so early? Or was she up all night?
How are you, Juliet?
I'm not great, Mom.
Are you still crying for your cousin?
If you could, would you bring him back to life?
Just let me cry for his death.
You're not crying for him, but you're crying for the murderer that ended his life.
What murderer, Mom?
Romeo.
He must be miles away! I hope God pardons him for Tybalt's death and the sadness he gave me.
Your sadness is because that merderuos traiter still lives.
I wish I could get back at him somehow.
Don't worry, we'll get revenge soon, so don't cry anymore.
He will soon keep Tybalt company, and I hope you'll be happy.
I'll send someone over to Mantua, where Romeo now lives, and he will posion him.
I could never be happy, until he's dead.
Juliet, I have some good news!
It's about time I had some good news. What is it?!?
You know, you have a very thoughtful father my dear.
He wants you to be happy again. And was planned a suprise for you.
Who, Mom?
You'll be such a happy bride!
On Thursday morning, you're getting married, to Paris!
I wouldn't be happy!
Tell Dad I'm not ready to get married yet.
When I do, I promise it'll be with Romeo, who I hate, then that Paris!
Well, your Dad is coming up, so tell me yourself and see how he takes it.
Oh, are you still crying over Tyblat?
Dear, how did Juliet take our news?
She not doing well. She said that she would rather die then get married to Paris.
Wait, slow down wife. I don't understand. why will she not?
Isn't she grateful? Isn't she proud? Doesn't she see her blessings?
And even tough she is unworthy, we persuaded a worthy gentlemen to marry her!
I am not proud that you have done that but I am thankful you have.
I can't be proud of something that I hate. But I am thankful with what you did because you did it in love.
What! What is this? 'Proud' and 'thank you' and 'no thank you'. Don't give me your thank yous, or your prouds, or anything like that.
So get ready because Thursday you going to St Peters church with Paris! Or I will drag you there on a fence
You piece of rotting flesh! You are a burden ! You useless coward!
Stop! Stop! Are you mad!
Father! I'm begging you! Let me say one thing!
You disobedient girl! How about this. Get ready for to church on Thursday, or never never speak to me again! Don't say anything! Don't even answer me!
Wife, we thought God had dissapointed us by giving us one child, but now I can see that we're cursed with having her. You worthless child!
May God BLESS her!
You are to blame, to scold her so.
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