RALPH: Welcome back, everyone. We've come now to the conclusion of our story. 

SARAH: And we're joined by the Capulets, Juliet's parents. 

RALPH: And Lord Montague, Romeo's father, and Friar Lawrence, Romeo's spiritual counselor and friend. 

SARAH: We've also asked the prince of Verona to join us. Hello, your highness. Are you there? 

PRINCE: I am, though you got me out of bed to be here. This better be important. 

CAPULET: Yes. What is all the commotion? 

LADY CAPULET: Some people in the streets are shouting Romeo's name, some Juliet's, some Paris'. And all are running toward our monument. 

PRINCE: Yes. What is this all about, Sarah? 

SARAH: Well, sir, to put it simply, Paris, Romeo, and Juliet are all dead. 

CAPULET: Oh, heavens. 

LADY CAPULET: Oh, these news might drive me to my grave, too. 

PRINCE: We need to find the murderers. Montague, where is your wife? 

MONTAGUE: Dead. She died last night. News of Romeo's exile saddened her to the point of death. She just—[EXHALES] this new sadness might push me to death, as well. Where did Romeo learn his manners? How dare he pass his father and get to the grave first? 

PRINCE: Enough bitterness for now. We need to get to the bottom of what happened. 

FRIAR LAURENCE: I'm afraid that's for me to tell. [CLEARS THROAT] I'll be brief. Really? I can cut it short when I want to. Look, Romeo was Juliet's husband and she, now dead, was Romeo's faithful wife. It was all done in the eyes of God. I married them the same day that Romeo killed Tybalt, which of course then led to Romeo's banishment. It was separation from Romeo that had Juliet so distraught, not the death of Tybalt. But in order to cure her grief, Capulet hastened the marriage to Paris. Well, she came immediately to me looking for a way out of this second marriage, threatening to kill herself if I didn't help. So I gave her a sleeping potion. It made her appear dead. This is amazing stuff, really. Yeah—And then I sent a letter to Romeo telling him to meet me this night at the tomb to help take Juliet from her borrowed grave as soon as she woke up, but Romeo never got the letter. So he must have thought, like everybody else, that Juliet was dead, only she wasn't dead, it was just the potion. But Romeo didn't know that. So by the time I got to the tomb, Paris and Romeo were already dead. Then Juliet woke up just then. I—I begged her to leave the tomb with me, but because I—I had heard the guards coming. But she was too distraught to leave with me and—and she must have killed herself right after I left. If all this be my fault, let my old life be sacrificed, too. I-- No, it is all my fault, ah—all of it. I only wanted to—I just wanted to make a difference, you know? But no, I—I should die, too. Do it now. I'm ready. 

PRINCE: Calm down, Friar Lawrence. I've only ever known thee to try to do what's best. What about Romeo's man, Balthasar? 

RALPH: The story checks out with him, too. He told Romeo about Juliet's burial and Romeo went straight to the tomb. Romeo also had a letter for his father, which we've sent over to you. 

PRINCE: And what about Paris's page, who alerted the guards about what was happening? 

SARAH: He confirms his story, as well. Paris was bringing flowers to Juliet's grave. Romeo ran into him, and before you know it, they were fighting. 

PRINCE: This letter also confirms the friar's words. Romeos says that he bought a deadly poison and brought it to the tomb to join Juliet in death. Whoa. What a tragic chain of events. [EXHALES] Capulet, Montague, see what a scourge is laid upon your hate that heaven finds means to kill your joys with love? And now, even I've lost relatives of my own to your miserable feud. All are punished. 

CAPULET: Montague, brother, I offer you my hand in peace, as my daughter's dowry. It's all I have now. 

MONTAGUE: Thank you, brother. But I will give you even more. I will build a statue of Juliet in pure gold, so that the citizens of Verona may always remember how true and faithful Juliet was. 

CAPULET: And I will build the same of Romeo to lie beside her. But these are small sacrifices to end the feud between us, nothing like the sacrifices that Romeo and Juliet—well, what's done is done. Let's just end this here. 

PRINCE: Let us go, then, to talk more of these sad things, for never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and of Romeo. 

SARAH: Thanks everyone for joining us. 

RALPH: And please join us again next time. 

SARAH: Are you all right? [GASPS] 

RALPH: If there is a next time. 

SARAH: I'm sure it's just a scratch.