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Mercutio ends up in Paris instead, because he's heard that’s where all actors ought to go.
He treads the boards there for five years before Romeo finds him – his eyes bleary and his smile reeking of wine. “We were told you were dead,” Romeo says.
“Yes, well – that was exaggerated.” Mercutio says. “You’re looking well, Romeo. I take it you’ve finally shed the weight of those useless, puling Capulets.”
Romeo winces. “Please meet my wife, Juliet Capulet.” A young redhead steps forth, and in her eyes he sees a thousand reproofs.
Mercutio winces, and offers the whey-faced miss his hand.