PRINCE- NO! Fate had no hand, was no villain in our young victim's demise! Holy man that you are Friar, I am assured that you worship a supremacy whose power is beyond that of the stars. Our young and innocent departed met their death and though you did not put forth poison to young Romeo's lips nor push the dagger through fair Juliet's body, it is you, who claim your innocence, who must aby their now and ever absence. You must feel the pain and constant emptiness as the kin of beloved Romeo and Juliet now must do from now til death do they meet again their cherished offspring
The children of Capulet and Montague were affectioned. Mere children, they were simple and blissfully naive, they affided in you, their trusted Friar, and you Friar did nothing to prevent this mishap. In your left hand might as well be found the poison which stole the life of Romeo and in your right the dagger which drained the life from Juliet. You Friar, though not physically the culprit might as well possess the appointment of their deaths.
In your eyes I see no evil, but nor do I see regret. I hear your lips requesting not to atone but to plead thou innocence. Confidant I am that thou are a man who bear a brain Friar. Be sure I know thou art to be held accountable for the deaths of Juliet and her Romeo. Friar, holy man that you are, thou fail to repent your sins before God, your ruler, or the kinsmen of the topical departed.
Henceforth, in my eyes, in my land and in my ruling you Friar Lawrence are held accountable for the untimely death of Romeo and Juliet Montague. Have you the will to lay blame on all else but your self. You blame the stars, beautiful lights of the night on the unforgivable murders of our own people. Excuses you make but excuses you have none. Reasons you have poor, for you are a grown man of God, and I do not wish to listen to your defenses, pleas or reasons any longer.
Thou hast the nerve to blame these twin murders, as you call them, on the kin of the departed. The suffering mothers and unhappy fathers. What of your innocence is left I call to wither away in my chambers. I ought to hang you by thou toes, I ought to pin you to my roof and watch with pleasure and a grin painted across mine own features as the remaining lies fall from your lips in order to escape your own suffering state. A state I shalt think not to free you from as your lack of ownership to yours own crime enrages me Friar. Admit to me now that you see the way you are to be held accountable and I shalt not behead you.
Swine art a swine mine eyes. Thou art a meddling beetle-headed mammot. If I were a common folk I should bite my thumb at you. Thou shalt be taken away now. Taken to the chambers where your face shall no longer provoke my wrath. Where I shalt sleep and allow these suffering kin of the lost young lovers to sleep as though peace has been made and justice has been served, for I shalt not sympathise nor forgive you!
BE gone.