The Call from the Crypt

Juliet woke in the crypt, cold, shivering, fearful. Fear became anger as she espied her new husband, bottle in hand, unconscious on the floor. Clearly drunk as a skunk!

Was it a mistake marrying him? He’d already taken her maidenhood, so annulment was impossible. He’d probably been bedding Rosaline, with whom he was enamoured before he’d met Juliet.

“Romeo, thine infidelity is clear, and I risked death for thee! What say thee?”

"Nothing? Nothing!! Well your friend said if it didn’t work out, to give him a call. He’s kinda cute!”

“Benvolio! Benvolio! Wherefore art thou Benvolio?”

(Così fan tutte!)