I would that the rows in the streets would cease their song, so that I may properly grieve for my lost love. Why would one fight for an unknown cause anyhow? My family has long loathed the family of Capulet. I myself have been raised in the very hatred brought on generations before me. But how can they fight and cause such disorder in the streets? It is no surprise, therefore, that the great Prince Escalus hath issued the decree of impending death for any that cause uprising in the public from this moment forward.
This decree was caused by today's row. I myself was not present, but the evidence was clear enough. It was at the scene of the unspeakable crime whence I found Benvolio. Although regret may soon come to pass, I succumbed to his begging, and revealed to him what I have revealed to no other. He now knows the heart of my great misery. He now knows of Rosaline, the one thing it seems I cannot have. Oh sorrow! I am like some ill-fated man, roaming the barren sands of desert, whilst Rosaline holds in her sacred palm the water of life. She refuses me drink. My soul contains an impossible weight, and Benvolio cannot save me.
The man himself, however, believes otherwise. We discovered whilst talking today of a feast being held in the Capulet household. The attendance list did not intrigue me until I found the most holy of names written upon it. Benvolio wishes me to attend, so that he may show me some other beauty to grasp at my interest. There will be no other. I shall be present at the forbidden gathering this eve, but it shall be so that I might lay mine eyes upon the sacred face of my Rosaline once more.