Category: Writing

`Romeo And Juliet

 

Roles:

OP is Tybalt

Oliver is Sampson

Kahu Is Abram

Josh and tana as Benvolio

Abhishek is Gregory

Phoenix is balthasar

 

Script:

Abhishek:

Get ready here comes Kahu

 

Oliver:,im recording you i have your back i’ll get proof

 

Abhishek: How! You will delete it

 

Oliver: No, Don’t doubt me

 

Abhishek: I am doubting you

 

Oliver: well It’s fine

 

Abhishek:ok im ready

 

Oliver: i’ll just watch

 

Enters: Kahu and phoenix

 

Kahu: Are you scared?

 

Oliver:no i am not scared

 

Kahu: I’ll ask you again, are you scared

 

Oliver (aside to Abhishek): Am I meant to be scared?

 

Abhishek: No

 

Oliver:No i am not scared of you

 

Abhishek: Are you mad at us?

 

Kahu:  Of course I am

 

Oliver: I am on your side

 

Kahu: That makes no difference

 

Oliver: well ok then

 

Abhishek: It makes a difference now because here comes one of my friends

 

Oliver: Yeah that makes a difference

 

Kahu: Your lying

 

Oliver: Quick i’ll start recording, Abhishek get him

 

Enters Josh

 

Josh: Get away from each other and stop recording,

 

Enters OP

 

OP: What are you selfish people doing?!

 

Josh: they were about to go at each other they need peace

 

OP: What the hell, peace?!? I hate the word. You are all cowards

 

Everyone starts fighting

 

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Two households, both alike in dignity,

Two families are the same

In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

the town where it was based

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

a hate breaks from the killing

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

clean their hands from war

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

These two enemies bore children

A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;

Two lovers are born from the families and take their lives

Whose misadventured piteous overthrows

Whose struggles and defeats should inspire our pity.

Do with their death bury their parents’ strife.

When the lovers die, the Montagues and Capulets finally stop fighting

The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,

The thrilling story of their doomed love that will cause them to die

And the continuance of their parents’ rage,

And the anger that continues between the lovers’ parent

Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,

The anger was so strong that, except for the death of their children, nothing could take it away.

Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;

Is what we will perform for you here on this stage

The which if you with patient ears attend,

This performance, if you will listen carefully and be patient

What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

The actors will work hard to perform this story and fill in any details this prologue leaves out.