Sword Crossed Lovers

He Makes My Flesh Tremble

Lord Capulet leans down over the railing and almost spills his goblet on the guests below in doing so. He lets his eyes eat Romeo's form and study his movements among his friends. "Young Romeo is it?"
"'Tis he, that villain Romeo!" yowls Tybalt, lurching forwards ready to draw and challenge the Montague. Lord Capulet's strong grip on his right forearm turns his head and snaps him momentarily from his fiery anger.
"Content thee, gentle coz. Let him alone. He is a dignified gentleman, and, to say truth, Verona brags of him to be a virtuous and well-governed youth. I wouldn't insult him in my own house for all the wealth in this town. Therefore be patient. Take no note of him. It is my will, the which if thou respect, show a fair presence and put off these frowns. This is no way to look or act at such a ball!" he croaks, taking another sip from an bottomless goblet.
"It fits when such a villain is a guest. I'll not endure him! I cannot, Uncle!" pleads the Capulet Prince, straining against the Lord's grasp as though he was a little child once more. Peter eyes the Lord of the House, his nerves building.
"He shall be endured. What, little man, you puny boy, you child! I say you will. Am I the master here, or you? Once more, you'll not engage him! God mend my soul if you make a mutiny among my guests. You will set such great cock-a-hoop if thou dost!"
"Why Uncle, tis a shame -" begins Tybalt in protest but Lord Capulet stops him with a nod to Peter who too latches onto the warrior. The two secure him and Peter unclips his dagger from his belt.

Despite his physical protests at being unarmed, Tybalt can sense eyes beginning to turn on them.
"You are a saucy boy. Is't so, indeed? This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what," huffs his Uncle, sending a warning glare at his nephew. Met only with remaining resilience in his eyes, he barks, "You still to contradict me, do you? I'll teach you a lesson. Be quiet or I'll make you quiet!"

With thus, Lord Capulet parts ways with the feisty Tybalt and moves down onto the main floor, searching for his wife to grace her face with his drunken kisses. Peter withholds his master with strong force, still feareful of his response upon releasing him.
"Patience perforce with willful body meeting makes my flesh tremble in such a different greeting. I will for now withdraw, but this intrusion shall now seeming sweet, convert to pain and heat anon," snarls the Prince of Cats, readjusting his costume as Peter releases him after much physical protest from his master. "Inform the lovely Juliet that I have retired early to my chambers. Tonight has turned me into a love-maker rather than a fighter."

The Capulet Prince storms down from the balcony and scans the party for Rose. Seeing her, he claims her hand and pulls her away from the dance floor. He leads her up through the passages to his chambers and barely having time to close the door, he forces his lips upon hers and allows his hands to lose control.