Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140520041834/@comment-24260323-20140522033534

Ferron walked onto the stage along with a group of actors dressed as his retinue, and stopped before the growing throng. He still can't believe how itchy this costume was getting, but he had to admit that it was pretty awesome.

"Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace," he tried to speak over them, "Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,"

"Will they not hear?"

"What, ho!", he shouted, "you men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage With purple fountains issuing from your veins, On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground, And hear the sentence of your moved prince."

Taking a small pause to catch his breathe, and for the on-stage noise to die down.

"Three civil brawls," said almost wearily, "bred of an airy word, By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets, And made Verona's ancient citizens Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, To wield old partisans, in hands as old, Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:"

Putting as much anger and fury into his voice as he subtlety could, "If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. For this time, all the rest depart away:"

Pointing his hand towards Verdantos/Capulet, "You Capulet; shall go along with me:". Shifting his gaze towards Nox/Montague, "And, Montague, come you this afternoon,"

"To know our further pleasure in this case, To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart."

Turning dramatically, Ferron leaves the stage, followed by the retinue of actors; and trying to hide the fact he was clearly uncomfortable in his costume.

(Next turn is Nox/Montague)