Those bloody Montagues! They shall all taste the point of mine blade once thy Capulet steps aside! He talks of letting them be as they waltz around our house during our party! How foolish must thou be?! And that bloody Benvolio who talks but nothing but peace! Oh how I loathe the word! If I had my way his head would be displayed as a spoil of war on the mantle of thy house of Capulet's hearth! Not to mention that dastardly disgrace to Verona, Romeo! Urg, I cannot even bare to see thy name on mine own sheet of paper! It does't nothing but disgust me! I shall await the day that thou beg for mine own mercy but receive'st none! Thou will'st be fed to the dogs till thy at the brink of death, then thy shalt be bathed in the saliva of the Hydra, which is like bathing in acid and flame, and what ever is't left of thou shall be hung by post in my courtyard!