It is definitely realistic to believe that the long standing feud between the Montagues and Capulets will finally end after the events of Act V, Scene 3. In a very short period of time the families go through several tragedies, including the loss of a wife, a son, a friend, a daughter, a cousin and a potential son-in-law. There are three main reasons why the feud will end.
Above all, sheer grief will hold Lord Montague and Lord Capulet to their truce which is spoken in the final lines of the play. Lord Capulet has lost his daughter who was his only living offspring. Although he speaks to her harshly after she refuses to marry Count Paris, the audience has evidence to believe that he truly loved her. In the opening Act, he tells Paris that he will only consent to the marriage if Juliet falls in love with the Count. In Scene 2 he says,
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart;My will to her consent is but a part.And, she agreed, within her scope of choiceLies my consent and fair according voice.
Despised, distressèd, hated, martyred, killed!Uncomfortable time, why cam’st thou nowTo murder, murder our solemnity?O child! O child! My soul and not my child!Dead art thou! Alack, my child is dead,And with my child my joys are burièd.
Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight.Grief of my son’s exile hath stopped her breath.What further woe conspires against mine age?
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?Turn thee, Benvolio; look upon thy death.
I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword,Or manage it to part these men with me.
I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire.The day is hot, the Capels are abroad, And if we...
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meet we shall not ’scape a brawl,For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
But Montague is bound as well as I,In penalty alike, and ’tis not hard, I think,For men so old as we to keep the peace.
Content thee, gentle coz. Let him alone.He bears him like a portly gentleman,And, to say truth, Verona brags of himTo be a virtuous and well-governed youth.
Where be these enemies?—Capulet, Montague,See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love,And I, for winking at your discords too,Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punished.