Rest his soul. God rest the soul of our very own. My lady has been moping about the house for hours. The nurse has been mourning since she got word. It is confirmed, Tybalt has passed.
Oh dreadful day! First my wife, then the nurse, and now my dearest Juliet. Mournful, doleful, sorrowful day. I can feel my daughter tremble through the walls. I can sense the sadness within her.
Oh, but not for long. Not for long I tell you. Today I bring good news to my Juliet, perhaps the best news of her life. She will be married by Thursday morn. For the last time I spoke with Juliet of this matter, she thought herself to be unworthy of such an honor. Unworthy? She is but the most worthy in all the land. I come with great news and cannot wait to share it with my daughter, the bride to be.