Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140520041834/@comment-13427943-20140524014032

Wolfe tunred to Leo, and tried not to laugh at his lines

"Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad; Where, underneath the grove of sycamore That westward rooteth from the city's side, So early walking did I see your son: Towards him I made, but he was ware of me And stole into the covert of the wood: I, measuring his affections by my own, That most are busied when they're most alone, Pursued my humour not pursuing his, And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me."

He bowed to both Lord and Lady Montague as a sign of respect and forgiveness

(Now Nox is up/Lord Montague)