That Fiend dares to appear at my Masquerade.

So I was enjoy the lovely party and who should I see but that fiend Romeo. So I said to my manservant “This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave
Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.”

And then my servant rushed off to gather my Rapier. And I felt required to go to my uncle and demand the dog be thrown out on his bottom. I spoke to him thus;

“Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
A villain that is hither come in spite,
To scorn at our solemnity this night.”

He replied:

Young Romeo is it?

I confirmed his suspicions;

'Tis he, that villain Romeo.

He the old fool is going soft in his olde age and replied thus;

Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;
He bears him like a portly gentleman;
And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
I would not for the wealth of all the town
Here in my house do him disparagement:
Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
It is my will, the which if thou respect,
Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.

I could not believe he answered thus and felt inclined to leave the party before I did something unfortunate but not before providing this direr warning;

Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.