Act 5 Scene 3
Rereading my last post, I realize how angry and out-of-sorts I was. It was just that Mercutio's death had hurt me so and I was vengeful in my thoughts. Now though, I know not how to feel. Romeo. Juliet. Montague. Capulet. A picture is worth a thousand words, but those four words are worth more than any number of pictures. Romeo, dead by his own hand lay by Juliet, dead by her own. Word spread like wildfire the morning after the incident. Long story short, Romeo married Juliet and then, in their love for each other, they killed themselves. If you don't understand what I'm talking about, do not be discouraged as the first time I was spoken to of this event I was extremely distraught and confused. How many more must we lose? Tybalt, Mercutio, Romeo, Juliet, and even Country Paris is dead! Dead I say! Death has made its presence known for much too long in Verona! Everyone has suffered! Everyone has paid! I cannot believe that this is what it took, the death of the heirs to both houses, to solve the ongoing dispute between the Montagues and the Capulets. It is done. "Golden statues," speak the villagers, "Peace within!" A brotherhood, it would seem, has blossomed between Lord Capulet and Lord Montague, ending their strife and longing for the other's blood. No one is sure what is in store for the Montagues, the Capulets, and those poor innocent villagers caught in the middle of a bloody battlefield, but a future of peace is hopefully on the horizon.
--Benvolio
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