Western Romeo and Juliet
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This version of Romeo and Juliet takes place when cowboys rode horses and Indians were treated unfairly. The play is in Houston, Texas and there is an Indian town nearby. A cowboy family, the Capulets, and the Indian family, the Montagues, hate each other as long as they can remember.
Capulet: (in the street) Howdy ya'll. (He waves to the people walking in the street) Montague!!! (he sneers)
Montague: Yer nothing but a drunk brute
Capulet: (angry) Say that to my face Montague. (a fight starts)
Montague: You'll be sorry yer messed with Montague. (the fight gets worse)
Sheriff Verona: Stop folks. (Capulet and Montague part) (to himself) This has gone too far.
Capulet: I like that Wayne boy.
Lady Capulet: He is great for Juliet and we should have them wed.
Capulet: We'll have a square dance and he shall come to it!!!
Juliet: (enters curiously) Howdy Ma, howdy Pa. What are you talk'n about
The Capulet couple: a Square dance!!!
Romeo: That Juliet is so nice.
John: I heard her parents are having a square dance for her.
Romeo: I will sneak in and be Juliet's partner!!!
John: Good idea. (he leaves)
Romeo: O just hope she loves me as I love her.
Juliet: I am excited to go to the square dance!
Nurse: Your parents are hoping for you to partner with Wayne.
Juliet: Well I already know, or at least hope, that Romeo will be there.
Nurse: You know that your parents hate the "dang blasted Montagues!"
Juliet: Oh well.
(at the dance)
Juliet: I know he'll be here soon.
Nurse: Don't keep your hopes up dear. (she walks away)
Juliet: Oh well... ROMEO!!!
Romeo: I had to disguise myself.
Juliet: Well do you want to be my partner?
Romeo: It would be fun. (they leave to dance)
Tybalt: (hot with rage) ROMEO is here!!!
Capulet: We shall not let a Montague ruin Juliet's party! (he pauses) I also heard he isn't a violent redskin neither, but watch him anyway. (he walks away)
Tybalt: That Romeo!!! He's an INDIAN!!! How can he not be violent?! One false move and you shall not have thou head!
Juliet: This is so fun.
Romeo: I have to go, if I leave later I will be caught.
Juliet: Yes, my father can think you are a white man now, but later he shall know the truth.
Romeo: I shall see you later?
Juliet: Yes, of course.
Montague: (the teepee flap opens) Where were you all night?
Romeo: Out to a dance.
Squaw Montague: (suspicious) Capulet's dance?
Romeo: No, a dance by the river with Rosaline.
Montague: I thought she dumped you.
Romeo: She realized she missed me too much. Don't tell ANYONE!!! She would feel like a fool to have her mistake known.
Squaw Montague: That is reviving
Lily: Romeo loves Juliet!!! Romeo loves Juliet!!! ... (she skips out)
Montague: Quiet Lily! (puzzled) Wait, what do you mean?
Lily: He (she points at Romeo) went to Capulet's dance... And Juliet was his partner!!!
Montague: (angry) you can NEVER see Juliet again.
Romeo: I will, oh I will!
Capulet: Did you enjoy your dance?
Juliet: Yes dad, and I had a great partner.
Lady Capulet: Who, dear?
Juliet: Please don't be mad, but his name is Romeo.
Capulet: (outraged) Romeo!!!
Lady Capulet: you know his family is our enemy!
Juliet: I don't care! (she storms off)
Romeo and Juliet both sneak out of their houses to see each other.
Juliet: My parents won't let me see you again.
Romeo: Same with me...
Juliet: We should marry in secret! Friar Laurence can wed us.
Romeo: Then maybe the fights between our families will stop!
Juliet: Yes, you've got it.
Inside a church
Friar Laurence: ...Amen. Who is here?
Romeo: We wish to marry Friar
Juliet: It might stop the fights
Friar Laurence: Yes, I know what you mean. I can do that
Juliet: Goodbye Friar Laurence
Romeo: Let's go to the river and talk.
Juliet: Okay, that would be fun.
They head to the river
Capulet: It is a great day to go to the river and fish.
He heads to the river
Capulet: There is Juliet... AND Romeo!!!
He pulls out his gun
Capulet: I'll kill you boy!
the shot is fired
Juliet: (full of grief and rage) You killed Romeo, and I'll kill me!!!
Juliet takes Romeo's Indian spear and stabs herself.
There never has been a tale with more woe, than of Juliet and he Romeo