Romeo and Juliet

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wither in their pride

before we judge her right

to be a wife.

Younger than she

are happy mothers now.

Juliet is my only living child.

She's the hopeful lady

of my earth...

...but woo her, gentle Paris.

Win her heart.

Now, Peter, sir,

come hither, pray.

Take this list...

...of the last and final names,

search them through Verona,

bid them come

to feast and welcome

at my house this night.

Go.

- (PEOPLE CHATTERING)

- (DOGS BARKING)

PETER:
Find out those men

whose names are written here.

I must first find out

what names he here has writ.

Pray you, sir.

Can you read?

Aye. If I know the letters

and the language.

Stay, fellow.

I can read.

"Signor Martino

and his wife and daughters,

Count Anselme and his

beauteous sisters,

the lady widow of Vitravio,

Signor Placentio

and his lovely wife,

my nephew, Count Tybalt,

and Lucio and lively Helena,

my fairness, Rosaline."

What assembly is this?

A masked gathering tonight

at our house.

- Who's house?

- My master,

the great Lord Capulet.

If you not be

of the House of Montague,

you're right welcome

for your help.

I bid you thanks.

So Rosaline sups

with Capulet this night.

Do but compare her face

with some I know,

and I will make you think

your swan a crow.

As if there could be

fairer than my love.

I'll go tonight,

but only to rejoice and worship

at the glory of my choice.

Hmm.

Now, stay here.

Heavens, child.

- What are you thinking?

- Go, go, go on.

Make haste. The guests

will be long gone

ere you are ready

to receive them.

(SIGHS)

What is it, Mother?

Juliet...

- ...you're a woman now.

- (CHUCKLES) Not a woman.

Well,

she's nearly a woman.

Nearly, but not yet.

Nurse, I know

my daughter's age.

I think of her birth

as if 'twere yesterday.

I remember, too,

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