Chris:
Hark! Charlie comes from English-4 to mark
His place inside the ring for this last fight.

Matt:
Methinks, my cousins, a rat has slithered
Hence—

Charlie:
Think twice, cousins. You have been betrayed.
Something is rotten in Crow High tonight.

Bard:
Matt hath thought he come contrite
Yet here he comes to win this fight!

Matt:
You secret and villainous contriver.
Thou pledgeth take my girl from me once more.

Charlie:
Steph was never yours, deluded fool!
Nights you waited, nights she came to me
And we did love and love, and thou waits on.

Matt:
Lucifer!

Bard:
A blade hath appeared in his hand!
He lunges but his sword doth land
Behind his agile, gifted foe
And so doth pierce poor Romeo!

[Enter Steph]

Steph:
Romeo, ’twas you I loved more than they:
These two fools played by my hand. Wretched play.

Charlie:
Lady, you are the cruelest she alive.
To let us fight o’er thee, when heart is his.

Bard:
And so these hearts lay broken three,
But what is to become of thee?