Mercutio; the man fated to die
Romeo; shall hold the sin of all lies.
The domino effect shall now take place
Melodious as a bird's chip; soft as lace,
The soul of Mercutio shall live on
From Romeo's sweet confession in dawn.
The morning Mercutio takes to death
Seals Romeo's fate; to take a last breath.
A sin held quiet—not a sin at all?
Alas, a catalyst for men to fall.
The only silencer; fatality
Thwarts the likely break of mentality.
A secret is better left unspoken,
When such could break the bond thought unbroken.
SCENE II. A street.
Enter ROMEO, BENVOLIO, MERCUTIO, and Servant
Servant
Now I'll tell you without asking. My master is the great rich
Capulet, and, if you be not in the house of Montagues, I pray
come and crush a cup of wine.
Rest you merry!
MERCUTIO
grabs the arm of the Servant
Alas, we birth from the house of Montagues.
Exeunt Servant
ROMEO
Why art thou insistent on denying me Rosaline? A meet of two lost
souls may mend the bond broken of a stricken man and a denyful
woman.
MERCUTIO
A stricken boy and a denyful wench, perhaps.
ROMEO
Thou owest at least the promise to keep me somewhere whilst
the party takest place.
MERCUTIO
Aye, such a promise hast been woven since the day we hath met.
BENVOLIO
My coz, I must break at this time.
ROMEO
Aye, aye, to depart whilst I stay with Good Mercutio.
BENVOLIO
Try not to find thyself reeking too much havoc.
Exeunt
MERCUTIO
Ah, possibilities—the day so young,
Like our immortal physicality.
And as a king to men you are among,
Or a man to king, more vitality?
A man standing out, aye, may create wonder
That thou easily cast aside, my friend.
A man breaks a wench's heart asunder.
Rosaline's grasp of thou will just offend.
A good friend, art thou, but requires study.
Do not find thyself doubting anything.
Skepticism can only end bloody.
Thou art like a woman without a ring,
A book without ending, or one disguised.
Thou art an arrow devoid of a point
And now, good Romeo, thou art advised,
To save thyself, being forever joint,
By a friend of the name Mercutio
ROMEO
Please, Mercutio, hurry up your thoughts.
Keep mindful Rosaline left me distraught.
The simplest remedy is distraction,
What I'm searching for is a reaction.
MERCUTIO
Thou may choose the activity to plan,
That will undoubtedly distract a man.
ROMEO
A game of archery leads to desertion
Of my feelings, whilst them deemed abiding.
Please, Mercutio, is it coercion?
When a good friend in need, needs some guiding?
MERCUTIO
Archery it is, and good, in fact
Thy only woes will be losing to thee
ROMEO
A challenge, is it? Attempts to attract
Thee into being willing to agree.
Aye, I accept your test.
Exeunt
SCENE III. A room in Montague's house.
Enter LADY MONTAGUE and BENVOLIO
BENVOLIO
Is thou holding faith in Romeo, yet?
LADY MONTAGUE
Fie, fie. This Rosaline I have not met.
BENVOLIO
Aye. I can understand thou hesitance.
The Good Mercutio will save his heart.
Thou needs not hold any belligerence.
Certain am I any thoughts are now tart.
A fine man Mercutio will act as.
A Capulet party he has dismissed
Your Romeo from attending, whereas
I stood aside, unable to assist.
Rosaline would be attending no doubt,
And Mercutio saved Romeo's heart.
Such is easily again carried out.
Thou needeth simply watch the healing start.
LADY MONTAGUE
Thy confidence is surely persuading.
I guess Mercutio needs no aiding.
BENVOLIO
Aye, aye. Thou mustn't underestimate.
A good friend is often all required.
As a cousin, there surely is no hate,
But the not related is desired.
A wonder where Romeo would stand now
Without the guidance of Mercutio.
LADY MONTAGUE
They cannot be so closely essential.
Mercutio—not so influential
To my Romeo, who is a free man,
And not induced in such a short time span!
BENVOLIO
Dear Aunt, I do loathe a possible fight,
But falling for Rosaline—that one night
Was thou present for the quick inducing?
Nothing required, no introducing,
And Romeo had fallen quick and hard.
Rosaline did leave his heart a mere shard.
Mercutio is merely assuring
Nothing of the sort will be occurring.
Once is bad enough, but twice can be worse.
And yet, the heart does not learn a new verse.
At least, Romeo seems to be lacking
In common sense—can you see him cracking?
LADY MONTAGUE
Aye, I cannot quarrel any longer.
Despite my concern now being stronger,
Thou art an impeccable convincer.
Let me be on sidelines, not a wincer,
As seeing my dear Romeo attempt?
Is quite everything short of a tempt.
BENVOLIO
So true Romeo is not the best flirt
Mercutio will help until invert.
The best of friends the two of them may seem,
Forever planning a well thought-out scheme.
Mercutio, at least, will not cause more
Trouble to stir up, that all abhor.
SCENE IIII. A grassy meadow.
Enter ROMEO and MERCUTIO
MERCUTIO
Have at it first, friend, I have enough skill
To not be scared thou might have a nice shot.
Alas, going first must cause a large thrill
Knowing thou starts standards, and if thou not
Begin the game with a near perfect hit,
Or, at least with thee, a then perfect throw,
Then we both know thou has nothing but wit,
And at that point I shall leave thou with woe.
ROMEO
Peace, Mercutio, I'm not in the mood
For trivialities so very crude.
How am I to strike the bow whilst in love?
I believed my troubles to be above
Thy competitiveness in everything.
Alas, being wrong, I shall thread the string.
MERCUTIO
Is there anything thou wants to tell thee?
Thy slyness seems not to be in effect.
Thy art aware I am a devotee,
So tell away thy doubts—I will correct.
ROMEO
Ah, I have lastly caught thy attention.
Art thou acquainted with the feeling love?
If not, such is grueling comprehension.
MERCUTIO
Please, Romeo, I have possessed the glove
That binds thy heart cruelly to another.
ROMEO
Thou art aware of the unrequited,
No? Tis the foulest of all the others.
MERCUTIO
Aye, Romeo, art thou that benighted?
Thy respect goes to the mockingly blind.
Ignore the blind in actuality,
The one perfect in my eyes is defined
Standing close to me in reality.
Unrequited love is wicked no doubt,
But undoubtedly not made to dwell on.
And yet, I need not be so devout,
But thou need not act so outright withdrawn.
ROMEO
Then speak the name of the one unreturned.
MERCUTIO
And yet! Thou hath seemed to still not hath learned!
Rosaline is aware of thy feelings,
And with that thou art still not well dealing.
Whilst I sit with 'the one' stuck in stupor,
And thou art still considered the trooper?
What stupidity hath kept thou so blind?
Thy love and every new love combined,
Cannot compare to the love I hath felt.
ROMEO
Thou hast understandably only dwelt.
But thou hast not spoken of such 'till now.
I see no fault in wanting to avow.
MERCUTIO
Romeo, the name spoken is now cracked.
For it holds more meaning than such before.
And it seems, once said, thy cannot retract.
Why risk such for just a name of a whore?
ROMEO
Does thou enjoyest lying so loudly?
If real, the name would be said proudly.
Thou would not willingly call love that,
If the feeling was true, and not of tat.
MERCUTIO
Then do tell, Romeo, who I love dear.
If thou is so knowledgeable of love,
Yell loud enough for the Heavens to hear.
And if wrong, thou art undeserving of
Even forgetting thy wench, Rosaline.
ROMEO
Thy fabricates a challenge so akin
To something only fools will agree to.
And yet, it seems likely I will pursue.
MERCUTIO
I find your eagerness fittingly thou
Now conclude a name, and I may endow.
ROMEO
Thou hath not given so much as a clue
Of whom you provide adoration to.
MERCUTIO
Ah yes, so true, but has thee promised such?
Thou art smart enough to guess without crutch.
I will give thou this, as I am so kind
Thy love is akin to thou—they are blind
Of thy love for them, as thou art blind, too,
Of whom thy love is, yet, my love accrues.
ROMEO
Thou art making a larger deal of this
Than shouldst be made, as so what if I miss?
Thy love cannot be so very vital
If the name of thy love has no title.
I trust thou art making a fool of me
As thou often does whilst I hold esprit.
MERCUTIO
Esprit, thou say? Thou must be mistaken.
Whilst enamored, thy pleasure is taken.
A pain to be with, thou art, Romeo
But fear not, my friend, love thou wilst outgrow.
ROMEO
Hush, Mercutio, and let me speak.
I beg of thou love to not be Rosaline.
MERCUTIO
Rosaline! A guess worthy of laughter.
Have I not disapproved of her before?
Thy guess is further than anything thought!
At least, in relation of thy love, it is.
I suppose I shalt give thou another chance.
As thy answer was more fear than confidence.
ROMEO
Aye, and with disgust, I speak this next name.
Hast thou fallen for Lady Montague?
MERCUTIO
Thy mother! A poorer guess than before.
And thou cannot guess a name anymore.
Thou art forced to forever reminisce.
ROMEO
Thou art going to leave thee without kiss?
MERCUTIO
Fie, fie. Rosaline is nowhere near here.
ROMEO
Yes, but we're.
MERCUTIO
Dear Romeo, hast thou now lost thy mind?
ROMEO
Well, both love be unrequited of ours.
And yet, I am many things, but not blind.
No wrong with staying joint 'til we see stars.
MERCUTIO
I suppose thy wit hath not failed thee.
And I suppose this move I should foresee.
ROMEO
Thou hast the lips of a woman, no doubt.
MERCUTIO
Alas, I must know what this is about.
ROMEO
Wouldn't thou rather persist the sweetness?
MERCUTIO
The sweetness of thy lips? I must address
Thy obvious lie. Thou art not so great.
ROMEO
And yet, thy eyes betray the harsh disputes.
A vocal liar—to have such a trait!
Aye, you be a lover I must recruit.
MERCUTIO
Stop your nonsense, Romeo, 'tis cruel.
Thou hast now found a quick and easy tool
To just use against thee, obviously.
ROMEO
Not close! Come here and thee will guarantee
The absurdity of thy suspicions.
MERCUTIO
Fine. But only under thy conditions.
SCENE IIII. A hallway in the Montague's house.
Enter BENVOLIO
BENVOLIO
Romeo?Thy cousin awaits attendance.
Hast Mercutio set independence?
Enter ROMEO and MERCUTIO
ROMEO
Aye.
BENVOLIO
Few words? Earlier, thou would not stay mute.
MERCUTIO
Hast the Capulet party yet ended?
BENVOLIO
Yes. Hast Romeo's heart yet been mended?
MERCUTIO
Naturally.
BENVOLIO
I had expected more anger or grief.
Mercutio, I am in disbelief.
Few hours, compared to what it should take.
In comforting friends, thou takest the cake.
MERCUTIO
Yes. The heart of Romeo now grown.
Another side of him has now been shown.
Rosaline is just another girl.
Benvolio, do you know his new pearl?
Pricking love, it seems, cures love of all evil.
And to think, it simply is primeval.
The heart of a party does have more class
Than the heart of a fool lost in the mass.
Benvolio, hast thou experienced?
Leaving thy body and thy mind so tensed.
Does the aftermath bliss match the yearning
That pains so likably whilst love's churning?
Aye. It does. I must be on thy way now.
Exeunt MERCUTIO.
BENVOLIO
Hast Mercutio finally lost it?
ROMEO
Dear coz, 'tis rather late—does thou agree?
BENVOLIO
I suppose. I must be off, then.
Exeunt BENVOLIO
ROMEO
Merely a strike following another
Why must Benvolio act a brother?
Thy place behind the wall is not discreet.
Hiding the way he leaves—thy hast quick feet.
Thou may return without fear.
Enter MERCUTIO
MERCUTIO
A fool too afraid is the greatest fool.
ROMEO
Telling Benvolio was not a rule.
MERCUTIO
And whom decided that?
ROMEO
The party has passed. Thou can return home.
MERCUTIO
At this dark hour, alone in streets, roam?
I think not. I much rather stay here, thou?
ROMEO
I promise, too much thou lets me allow.
MERCUTIO
And I shalt stay here tonight, and morrow.
To assure thy is kept without sorrow.
ROMEO
Thy proposition is hard to refuse.
MERCUTIO
Simply let things happen—don't peruse
Too deeply into the meaning of it.
ROMEO
Follow thee—the hallway is deemed unfit
Thy room is must more well lit.
MERCUTIO
Aye, and such likely holds a place to rest.
Perhaps the implement we shouldst attest.
ACT II
SCENE I—A street.
Enter ROMEO, BENVOLIO, and MERCUTIO
BENVOLIO
Alas, both of thou lookest quite weary.
And the similarities are eerie
Of how you two hold yourselves today.
MERCUTIO
Nonsense! Everyday this is my display.
Perhaps thou hast not thyself received rest.
ROMEO
I'll intrude, though not personally addressed.
Mercutio and thy health is rightly.
Put together, we do not sleep nightly.
BENVOLIO
I was to believe Mercutio left.
MERCUTIO
Romeo was once again too bereft
To be allowed to function on his own,
And I was forced to assist at his throne.
BENVOLIO
Hast thou heard the news?
The Capulet's daughter is to be wed.
Another party is held, so is said.
ROMEO
Aye, aye, I need not go, for I am done.
Forsaken that love for another one.
Whose heart I have stolen eternally.
BENVOLIO
Mercutio has cast thy eyes elsewhere?
In such short timing it seems to ensnare.
Art thou sure another love is so great?
A love seems less likely than budding hate.
Mercutio, thou art all but too still.
Dost thy thought of Romeo's love make ill
Of thee?
MERCUTIO
Nay. I have run out of ideas of love.
Occurring so often, I grow sick of.
And yet, I cannot now find it in I
To feel the same as when not watching by.
It leaves thy head heavy and feet so light.
Whilst loving, thy personality alight.
So flaming it burns down thyself quickly
To show oneself acting oh so sickly.
Which, still, enamors the heart of one fool.
If love is true as awaiting fuel.
BENVOLIO
Is the impossible now possible?
Mercutio in love?
MERCUTIO
Acting surprised shouldst not yet be a part
Of commending the finding of a heart.
ROMEO
Good Benvolio, thou art not lonely?
Of us, lacking love, thou art the only.
BENVOLIO
I am fine.
MERCUTIO
Let us, then, have a time at the party.
ROMEO
Aye, but we be Montagues.
MERCUTIO
Paris is marrying Juliet, no doubt.
A kinsman for the Prince, and one devout.
I, as well, am a kinsman, no? Why yes.
Meaning I may attend, and bring a guest.
Or, two, in fact, if so is what I wish.
And both you two shall attend.
ROMEO
But.
MERCUTIO
No excuses!
As all is well, it is time to unwind.
Romeo, with heart no longer entwined
Thou shalt—no, thou must—have a merry time.
And for I, loving is no longer crime.
Benvolio, thou as well will rejoice.
Endless ladies, easily just a choice.
ROMEO
I will go if Benvolio will go.
BENVOLIO
Aye, I will go.
SCENE II—The Capulet's Party.
Enter ROMEO, BENVOLIO, and MERCUTIO
ROMEO
I feel as though we do not fit in well.
MERCUTIO
On such trivialities do not dwell!
We are here for fun, not your growing pride.
Why not congratulate the to-be bride?
ROMEO
If I must. Where stands she?
BENVOLIO
I spy her conversing with her nurse.
If I were thou, I would wait to converse.
Her lips move quickly with fierce intent.
The wedding, I think, she did not consent.
MERCUTIO
... Thou art not speaking, good Romeo.
Is something the matter?
ROMEO
Nay, and I shalt be back in mere seconds.
As for thee, a conversation beckons.
Exeunt ROMEO
BENVOLIO
In the meanwhile, why dost thee not seek her?
MERCUTIO
Her?
BENVOLIO
Aye. The girl whom has stolen thy heart.
Dost she wander this party?
MERCUTIO
Aye. But need I not leave you all alone?
Alone, my heart can wait and have a moan.
Friends must come before.
BENVOLIO
It looks as though Romeo is stricken.
Dost thou think his prior love has sickened?
Will she mind?
MERCUTIO
...Nay.