Act One, Scene Two
Driving home from the meeting were Lord Montague, his wife and his nephew, Benvolio Montague, one of the brawlers. Lord Montague was deep in thought.
"We need a way to stop the brawls; someone not blinded by the hatred but not oblivious to it either. We want to co-exist with Chievo," he said.
Lady Montague, meanwhile, was worrying about her only son, Romeo.
"O where is Romeo? Saw you him today?" she asked of Benvolio, "right glad I am he was not at this fray."
"Madam, underneath the grove of Sycamore so early walking did I see your son."
Lord Montague interrupted. "Many a morning have he there been seen; with tears, augmenting the fresh morning's dew."
"Away from light steals home my heavy son," said Lady Montague, "and private in his chamber pens himself, shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out, and makes himself an artificial night."
"Black and portentious may this humour prove; unless good counsel may the cause remove. Benvolio?"
"Yes, my Lord?"
"Go speak with Romeo. I need something of him."