A Love-Stricken Mr. Darcy to an Alluring Miss Elizabeth Bennet
My Dear Miss Bennet,
How does my mouth express
That which lies in my heart?
Ho w does the sun continue to shine if my mind is clouded with thoughts of you?
I am provoked at the slightest of your smiles.
All the while, I tell myself, "Nay, she shan't be yours."
But, I pray you, kind lady; do my heart the justice of it.
Be the woman I live and die with.
I can produce for you and your family 10,000 pounds a year.
They would never be wanting
Your mother would be proud and (hopefully) quiet in her settlement
Your living would be comfortable and happy
My station, my family, the inferiority of your birth,
They advise me strongly against this, which I ask.
But how can one escape from the love that plagues me?
The love, which I feel, I feel most ardently
No words can describe the anguish I have encountered.
I care only to be with you.
If you were to be my wife, and I your husband,
My sorrows would be amended.
The joy would be overwhelming and my grief at an end.
Please my Dear Miss Elizabeth,
Do this for me.
Please say you will become my Mrs. Darcy.
An Angry Young Miss Bennet to an Imprudent Mr. Darcy
You, sir, speak of love.
I acknowledge your sufferings
But I believe that you are the last man I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.
Of this I am sure.
You, sir, have offered me happiness and comfort
You offer it for my family.
Yet you so calmly strip it from others.
Carelessly, you make despair in the lives of many.
My beloved sister has been injured by your actions
You have separated her from a lifetime of happiness
Poor Mr. Wickham, How he must have suffered under your intolerable thumb.
He is but a poor man in the regiment now that you have cast him away from you.
Your arrogance, your pride,
The lack of care and obvious disdain for others' feelings.
They are to blame for my answer.
You are too blind to see these qualities?
Your manner is cold and careless.
You speak of my inferiority as the cause of your hesitation.
This proves your prejudices towards my family.
They cannot allow you to love me as you say you so ardently do.
Nor can they allow me to love one such as you.
I shall neither now, nor ever be, your Mrs. Darcy