In the circular theater, a splendid drama was being performed, and all around, the colorful audience, whether they were the poorest seated at the bottom or the nobles seated upstairs, stretched their necks and widened their eyes to watch the actors' performance on the stage, afraid of missing even the slightest detail. This was not only because the plot was extremely thrilling but also because it was the first time a woman had appeared on stage to play a role!
"In such a mad state, wouldn't I pick up an ancestor's bone and use it as a stick to break my dizzy head? Ah, look! Isn't that Tybalt's ghost there, chasing Romeo to avenge his sword's blow? Wait, Tybalt, wait! Romeo, I am coming! I drink this potion for you!" The lady half-reclined on the sarcophagus, raised her hands high, and recited in a tragic and passionate tone, then suddenly threw her head back and brought the prop bottle to her lips, before collapsing softly onto the sarcophagus.
