ROMEO WRITES:
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being Purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being Vixed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking call and preserving sweet.
The still, severe, submerged features of a beautiful young girl. Dark floating hair gently frames the face. Heavy liquid eyes stare up through the water.
We hear, though faintly, the calling;
JULIET!
With a rush JULIET surfaces. As she gulps air, we realise that she is in fact, In a bath.
We Hear the calling loudly again.
JULIET
Juliet listens, for a moment she is very still, then she closes her eyes and slides back beneathe the surface of the water.