The legacy of Romeo and Juliet.
This is my retelling of Shakespeare famous story of Romeo and Juliet, set in modern times. It will be similar to the play, how each parts are divided into scenes. This story is mostly based off the play save for few parts. For example, the two of them will not die – it is the Romeo and Juliet LEGACY. It can’t be a legacy when the two founders die. Please enjoy!
Prologue
The grudge between the Montague’s and Capulet’s is notorious and has been surviving for nearly a hundred years. But old hatred brings upon new hatred and the new generation of each family have been wrecking havoc as of recent. The ruler of the towns orders for them to either cease their hatred and get along or be banished.
Two friends are hanging out at the bar, ordering some drinks. They are of the Capulet household and often enjoy getting drunk together at the popular town club. They are busy discussing the events of the day and teasing each other that it takes them a few minutes to notice a unwelcome visitor.
“Those stupid Montague’s!” yelled one man, named Sampson, as he angrily sipped his drink. “We can’t let them humiliate us.”
The other man, Gregory, gave his friend a teasing grin, enjoying nothing better then making fun of the other. “Don’t get so angry. Just relax and party! It’s Friday night.”
Sampson ignored him and continued grumbling. “I swear to God, if they taunt me one more time I will beat those dogs to a bloody pulp!”
“Calm down,” Gregory tried to console the other. “Sam, you need to focus on keeping out of trouble…”
The other man shook his head furiously. “Those insolent brats need to be taught a lesson, and I hit hard when I’m angry.”
“It’s hard to make you angry,” Gregory pointed out, and Sam gave him a irritated look.
“The Montague’s make me angry.”
“Angry enough to run away,” teased his friend, but he was slightly serious about this. Never before had he seen Sam actually stand his ground in a fight. Usually he would flee in the face of danger.
“And a dog from that house will make me angry enough to fight! If I ever see one of them again, I’ll attack him right their in the street if I have to,” Sam declared, waving his hands around dramatically, much to his friend’s amusement.
“That’s probably not a good idea. He might corner you into a wall,” Greg interjected, and Sam took this in, realizing the man was right.
“True,” He commented, thinking this over.
Suddenly, Gregory noticed someone coming over to the bar. It was Abram Montague.
“Is that a Montague?” Scowled one man, named Gregory. “Don’t they know they are not welcome in this part of town? Quick, Sam, get ready to fight. ”
Sam nodded, giving him a determined frown. “I’m ready, don’t worry, I’ll back you up!”
Gregory paused, staring at his friend, “Back me up how? By running away?”
Sam fidgeted, changing the subject quickly so he didn’t have to answer that. “We should probably not initiate this. Let them start the fight so we won’t get in trouble.”
Gregory nodded in agreement. “Good idea. Maybe I will frown at him as he walks by.”
“That’s not good enough.” Sampson rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Here, instead I’ll insult him by discreetly raising my middle finger.”
Taking notice of this, Abram glared at the Capulet’s. “Hey! Are you trying to start something?” He challenged.
Casually, Sam shrugged, looking away. “I don’t know what you are talking about, I am simply raising my middle finger.”
“Are you raising your middle finger to me?” Abram snarled, getting angrier by the second.
“Should I say yes?” Whispered Sam, to which Gregory replied, “No.”
So, turning back to Abram, the Capulet swiftly replied, “No. I was just raising my finger. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Twitching, the Montague immediately seeing through Sampson’s lie, responded back, “You ARE trying to start something!”
Gregory smiled a bit, innocently. “No such thing!”
Sampson continued, “If you want a fight, I’m perfect for it.” The three of them moved into a more open area of the bar.
“If you are a man, then pull out your fists,” Sam challenged Abram, and the two men lunged at each other, while Greg stood idly by, thinking about how tired he was getting.
A high class Montague entered the bar, his name Benvolio, and separated the brawling men. “Stop it!” He cried. “You idiots, you don’t know what you are doing.” He glared at the three, warning them to cease their fighting.
But before anyone could move or speak, Tybalt, a Capulet, came over. He had been hanging out upstairs during the fight, apparently having arrived with Abram.
He scowled in disgust as the scene registered in his head. “What the? You are going to fight with these worthless men? Benvolio, turn around, I am going to give you a real fight!”
Benvolio sighed, dismissing the man’s yells. “Not you too! Either go away or help me separate this fight.”
Angrily, Tybalt argued, “You coward, you use that as an excuse! Come at me!” He attacked Benvolio, the two getting into a heated beat down.
The fight is halted immediately by a small group of people entering the bar, containing the town ruler, Escalus, and the Lord and Lady of the Montague family, having caught wind of this brawl from the townspeople.
“Stop this fight at once!” Bellowed the ruler, angrily. “Haven’t I told you many times not to disrupt the peace! Three times now have riots broke out between you two! I’ll say this once more, stop fighting with each other or you will be banned. Now leave this bar and go home.”
Pausing, Escalus turned to Lord Montague. “At dawn, Montague, meet me at the museum where I will speak with you.”
Everyone left the bar, except for Lord and Lady Montague and Benvolio, who seated themselves at a table to talk.
The Herb Legacy 