There's a long history of feud between our families. The Montagues and the Capulets cannot meet without breaking out into a brawl. It hurts my heart to know that our families deep-seated hatred for each other has the power to keep us apart.

If only he could deny his father and refuse his name. Montague isn't who he is. It is not his hand, nor his foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part of him. If he were any other name, his dear perfection would remain intact. We could be together with the blessing of our parents.

If a rose had any other name, it would smell just as sweet. Why can't the same apply for him?

I had my doubts about our love, but Romeo soothed my worries. Even though it appears to be doomed by this feud, I am confident that we have the power to write our own story. Soon we will be married and all will be well. There is no tragedy in true love.

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