Those men - dare they call themselves men, and not beasts? - have received my creed. Will they obey their Prince and his creed, and henceforth keep their tongues - and rapiers - in check? It is my hope, yet somehow I dread the outcome of this bloody and ancient feud. Verona's streets are stained with blood, both ancient old and newly formed, and hath I not intervened that day, more blood of both Montagues and Capulets would have been shed.
Marry, it was that dread which propelled me thus to issue the creed with such severity as I did. Only pain of death, it seems, could part those men as drawn to fighting as bees to the morning honeysuckle flowers.
I shall not spare mercy to he who dares defy my creed. More swiftly than any rapier, I will fall upon transgressors and collect my fee: their life.