ROMEO AND JULIET

You love her, she loves you but another’s keeping you apart. Its like the great tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, a boy born a Montague and a lady born a Capulet, fated to hate but fell in love and dies for it.

Two people, both alike in dignity, in our cruel and unfair world where we lay our scene. From ancient love breaks a new mutiny, where friendly fire makes friendly minds unclean. From forth the fatal meeting of these two friends, two star-crossed lover make their life; and in caring will separate again in hopes to bury a mutual friends strife. The fearful passage of their truth-marked love and the continuance of their friends rage, which, but with their togetherness’ end naught could remove is now the two page traffic of our stage; the which of you with patient minds attend, what here shall miss, our toil strive to mend.

Behind her mask they did meet and talk on theory life doth provide, after departure she doth demand poor Juliet to hide. Shy away from his power hence, for if you do not you’ll pay the consequence. And with the evil loves departing damn the Romeo to Hell; but in seeing Juliet he gains wings and flies back up at the tone of the bell. Now with friendship not entwined, Juliet to Romeo unwinds the orders stuck in their minds. And yet again the friend intervenes, staking some claim where none is seen. The friend as a Capulet says that Juliet must choose her best friend or her love either way will she lose. She tells him no longer each other can they see while others with them be, and as he departs neither wants to let go, they love each other more than either can know. As he shuts the door the poison he drinks, only of her can he think. She runs to her room wiping away tears, thinking of what’s to come in new years. The dagger on her mantle she doth unsheathe and slid into her bosom as she feel she doth need. Her pain washes down with hurt that she bleeds. The blood washes down with the tears that she shed. All over a conflict between love and between friend. Because of jealous rage two people are dead, the quilt lays heavy on the head. All she can do is hope since she bled; all of their toils have been mended. The curtain fall and the crowds disperse, what’s next cruel world? Do your worst.