Title of the story is about Romeo and Juliet

Romeo and Juliet

The four youths were incomplete deadlock. They stood starring at each other all of them itching to let fly when a well dressed young mam emerged from one of the streets that led off the piazza. Look whispered Balthasar. There's Montague's cousin. Tell them our masters better. Abraham had been controlling himself admirably until now but now the balance was tipped by a arrival of Montague. The temptation was too great. He tapped Sampson's chest with his forefinger. There's something I have to tell you he said. My master's better than yours. You are a liar! Sampson drew his sword. Come on draw if you are men. The Mortagues swords were already in their hands. In an instant the four were fighting their rapiers reflecting the morning sunlight in sharp bright flashes. The well dressed youth was Montague's cousin. Benvolio the last young man in Verona likely to become involved in a street fight. He was returning from an early morning walk. When he saw the fighting servants he started running towards them. Hey! he shouted. Stop that! Put your swords away! You don't know what you are doing! Stop it! He drew his own rapier and charged in among them trying to part them. Stop! he yelled. Stop it! A crowd had gathered, attracted by the shouting. Among was the fiery nephew of Capulet himself. He was a restless young fellow called Tybalt. Unlike Benvolio he could not resist a fight. To mere sight of a Montague was enough to make his blood boil.