Romeo And Juliet's Monologue
To my beloved friend, Maria,
I beseech you on my knees, hear me with patience as i long to die if what thou speak’st speak not of remedy. My mother encouraged the honour of marriage that i had not yet dreamt of as “the valiant Paris seeks me for his love.” I was to see him at the old accustom’d feast to look to like. Alas, i was struck by cupids arrow as a handsome, passionate and sensitive man gave me a tender kiss. His face is better than any man’s and his hand, foot, body and leg excels all. Tis not Paris but rather Romeo, the only son of our great enemy as my “only love sprung from my only hate!”
Stony limits cannot hold love out as Romeo is the god of my idolatry. Although it was too rash, too unadvis’d, too sudden my love is deep, …show more content…
“There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, in that word’s death.” I shall not speak ill of my husband but how may i speak well if he kill’d my …show more content…
“O, bid me leap from yonder tower, or walk in thievish ways, or bid me lurk where serpents are” than marry Paris.
Thus, the friar gave me a vial, being then in bed, drink though off to welcome a cold and drowsy humour for there will be no warmth, breath or pulse for 42 hours. In the meantime, shall romeo by Friar’s letters know our drift and when i awaken to my beloved Romeo we shall flee to Mantua to free me from this present shame.
But what if this mixture does not work at all, “what if it be a poison, which the friar subtly hath ministered to have me dead.” I fear it is but if “i wake before the time that Romeo come to redeem me,” will i madly play with my forefathers’ joint and dash out my desperate
I beseech you on my knees, hear me with patience as i long to die if what thou speak’st speak not of remedy. My mother encouraged the honour of marriage that i had not yet dreamt of as “the valiant Paris seeks me for his love.” I was to see him at the old accustom’d feast to look to like. Alas, i was struck by cupids arrow as a handsome, passionate and sensitive man gave me a tender kiss. His face is better than any man’s and his hand, foot, body and leg excels all. Tis not Paris but rather Romeo, the only son of our great enemy as my “only love sprung from my only hate!”
Stony limits cannot hold love out as Romeo is the god of my idolatry. Although it was too rash, too unadvis’d, too sudden my love is deep, …show more content…
“There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, in that word’s death.” I shall not speak ill of my husband but how may i speak well if he kill’d my …show more content…
“O, bid me leap from yonder tower, or walk in thievish ways, or bid me lurk where serpents are” than marry Paris.
Thus, the friar gave me a vial, being then in bed, drink though off to welcome a cold and drowsy humour for there will be no warmth, breath or pulse for 42 hours. In the meantime, shall romeo by Friar’s letters know our drift and when i awaken to my beloved Romeo we shall flee to Mantua to free me from this present shame.
But what if this mixture does not work at all, “what if it be a poison, which the friar subtly hath ministered to have me dead.” I fear it is but if “i wake before the time that Romeo come to redeem me,” will i madly play with my forefathers’ joint and dash out my desperate