I sit upon the bridge and throw pebbles into the water. Will the old people ever learn? They say it's all Giulia's fault. She had seduced Romeo, charmed him. Some even go as far as to accuse the Capulets of applying the dark arts. Romeo was our best man, and yet... His soul is with the Lord, rather than with us.
From here I can see the main house of the Capulets. Giorgio, that idiot, yesterday went up there and smashed one of their men in the face. I don't know why. Just because they are Capulets and he was drunk I presume. Should I have been surprised that they in turn beat him up and tossed him in the Adige? Luckily he could still swim.
Today he cried vengence and his little brothers were more than happy to take it. They ran out of the house and later came back with marbles which didn't belong to them. Spoils of the Montague-Capulet war... I talked them into handing them over and wrapped the marbles in a piece of cloth.
Tonight I shall give them to Rosalina so she can give them back to her nephew... I heard Romeo fancied Rosalina before he fell in love with Giulia. Poor man. I will treat her well my friend, and I shall give her a rose in your name too, to lay on Giulia's grave. May the two of you watch over us Montagues and Capulets.