The dreary mist hath lifted, as friend Silk did predict, and from mine window the whole of a city doth stretch before me.

Good Tybalt! I would walk in it, and learn the paths and shape of things. My new home, though home it be for only this brief while, should not a stranger be.

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What wondrous imaginings are these, that put a strange path beneath my feet, strange heavens above my head? How now fountain, and carousel, and crowds, and lights?

Nurse? Romeo?

[ooc: Juliet has arrived in the city, near the carousel, and isn't yet aware she can be heard. Tybalt will be eventually rescuing her from ( Read more... )