"His name is Romeo, and a Montague, the only son of your great enemy."
(Act I, Scene 5, lines 138-139)
It would seem like my young mistress is in love with a Montague. A Montague, of all people. Can you believe it? Having raised her like my own, I am glad that she found love, but with a Montague? I say 'bah' to the whole feud, but I must remain loyal to the Capulets – it is expected that I do. Who knows why we're feuding anyways?
Just this evening the two fell in love – at the ball that my master held. I think it was while that young lad was singing, but I can't be sure – the wine must've gone to my head. My Lady Capulet wanted a word with her, and I saw her with the young man. She left for her mother after I'd done my duty of telling her what I'd been sent to tell, and the young man stopped me to ask who her mother was just as I was about to follow her. I said that she was the lady of the house, my mistress.
Later, she pulled me aside as the guests were leaving and asked me who the young lad leaving was. At first, I was unsure as to who she meant and told her that I did not know, but then she clarified – the boy who didn't dance – but again I told her that I did not know his name. She asked me to find out his identity for her. One of my master's kinsmen was leaning against the wall watching the guests leave, and I rushed over to him to relay my young mistress's question. He told me Romeo, glancing over at my mistress, and I returned to her side to relay his answer. She was heartbroken, as he is the only child of the Montagues, and now she won't answer my call. But there's no point in not giving up hope to see if she will.
Nurse