In Juliet's "death" Capulet used a lot of imagery which serves to portray his emotions. He refers to her as the "sweetest flower" creating the image of how beautiful Juliet was. However as "Romeo and Juliet" is a play the audience would have already seen Juliet so it portrays his inner feelings. To Capulet Juliet was the prettiest and "sweetest" woman. Afterwards he says…
Once upon a time, there was a small town called Everbloom. In the, dense, green, woods that bordered that town lived a fiery “orphan” girl named Scarlet. The 17 year old had blazing red hair, ash grey eyes and olive skin that, from being in the woods most of her life, faded to relatively pale. She was known to be mysterious, but really she was just like any other anti-social teen. Well, sorta.…
Good day m’lords and ladies. My name is Isabella D’Este, Marchesa of Mantua, and I am currently governing alone. Why is a woman governing alone you may be wondering? I’ll tell you. My dear husband, Francesco, was captured by those villainous Venetians while he was away at war. You see, he is, or was, the captain of the Armies of the League, before his untimely capture. He and I have been separated for almost thirteen long months now, and I am beginning to wonder if he will ever return home. You must all know how horribly wretched this is for me, knowing that my husband is locked up in some jail and not having any idea as to whether he is well or if I will ever see him again! I have attempted everything in my power to bring him home to me. I have tried persuading the pope into allowing him to return, and I have even offered him some of my vast wealth in exchange for my poor Francesco’s release, but nothing seems to have swayed him. To ease my mind from this horrific nightmare I am being forced to endure day after day, I have also consulted priests, lawyers, and even one astrologer who claimed he could predict whether or not he would be released! But alas, I have come to accept that my mind will not be at peace until the day I see my husband walk through this castle once again. I would do anything to get him back, sell my hair, give up titles- I would even arrange a political marriage with one of my children if it would ensure his release! I must go, for I have just received news about my dear Francesco! Pray pardon my abrupt leave. Fare thee well.…
“Oh my, did you see Lady Capulet’s dress? Atrocious! And Lord Capulet’s attire? Distasteful.” Said a fellow maid once we were behind closed doors. The…
Paris and Juliet - While speaking to the Nurse and Lady Capulet about marrying Paris, Juliet says “I’ll look to like, if looking liking move. / But no more deep will I endart mine eye / Than your consent gives strength to make it fly” (I.iiii.103-105). Here, Juliet is seeing that she will consider marrying Paris, which shows that she does not truly love…
Do you ever feel like someone is watching you when you walk past a mirror? That's because we are always watching you. I've been hanging on the wall at the Capulet house for more than 15 years. In those years, I watched our young Juliet grow up into a fine woman, several servants come and go, and so many interested parties take place in this home like the one last night. I've seen enemies enter, revenge be sworn, and a forbidden love blossom.…
What knowledge is there now that I can be innocent of? Innocent, the eyes of one who sees the corpse of a King, smoothly hacked at like a piece of meat by a well-practiced butcher, knowing that it was those eyes, my eyes, that watched the traitorous act come to pass. How can these little hands ever be clean of guilt, when they are covered in the blood they smothered, still warm, upon the sleeping innocents. I held the very dagger that slashed life to shreds, daggers which now reap their revenge in the stabbing of my dear lord’s soul. How am I to stop this guilt, the fowl opposite of ‘innocence, from being poured into the ear, gradually possessing our senses and having reverence over our actions? I should have known a man so full of milk of human…
(A deep, lush forest situated on the outskirts of Salem, Massachusetts, during the spring of 1692. Trees are scattered about, with dark green leaves that hang down gracefully from the trees branches. A slight breeze sweeps through the forest, causing the leaves to sway and a chill runs through the air.…
Macbeth Monologue MACBETH: Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee! I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.…
Mama and her sister hugged for the longest time and then Auntie hugged Erich who tried to squirm out of it. Then she went on to grab Irmgard in a tight embrace and finally Aunt Hilde put her strong farming arms around me. "I will miss you all so much. You have such joy in life, little Liesbeth."…
They're lying! Why would I poison them? Where would I even... That's not mine.…
Lady Capulet: [giddy] Next Thursday mornin’ that kind boy named Paris is gonna make you his sweet little bride! Oh, ain’t it lovely, Juliet?…
Dear diary, I am writing to tell you that I have forgotten about Rosaline in my heart and that at ball, at the Capulet’s I have fallen in love, from the first moment I saw her, and she unclasp my heart, and treed it from the thing I thought I loved and fixed it only on her. You see the moment I laid sight upon her; she engulfed my feelings upon her, and made me forget about Rosaline. The only shocked I had was after the tender kissed I got from laying my lips on hers, was that I later on learned that she was a Capulet. She is a…
sure she was ready. Though he did tell him to "woo her, gentle Paris, get her…
The Capulet house shape like a huge Indian tent with a balcony, which looked like a bathing tub with fresh spring water with red roses and shining apples. The color blue of house reflected on Juliet's gorgeous eyes. The texture of the house showed me likes and dislikes of the Capulet' because it had angels with bow and arrows striking at a broken heart. The windows tinted with green little cubes looked like eyes that were watching me and telling me don't dare touch my daughter. But I tried to concentrate on the beauty of Juliet and the rhyming of her words describing how she felt about…