Thirteen Duels
Three, sayeth the man. Thrice. Is that so many? What be a civil brawl in Verona streets where a lesser man be pierced straight through at the price of a glance? My hand is unstained. So same for that Montague dog. My kinsmen and I have the right to be armed. And weapons have not a purpose of being if they are not drawn to defense.
Three civil brawls interrupting the tumult, discomforted bed of the city. The Prince must see the weariness and treat it rather than the reckless night itself. No fault of mine, I swear upon my departed mother's life, this conflict was not begun by my rapier. My tongue shall be held beyond these words, for my bonds shall not last. From the bars to the cobblestones again I will walk a free, righteous man.
Woe unto thee that cross my path.
Three civil brawls interrupting the tumult, discomforted bed of the city. The Prince must see the weariness and treat it rather than the reckless night itself. No fault of mine, I swear upon my departed mother's life, this conflict was not begun by my rapier. My tongue shall be held beyond these words, for my bonds shall not last. From the bars to the cobblestones again I will walk a free, righteous man.
Woe unto thee that cross my path.