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Juliet's Lamentation

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A/N: Oh curses, I never thought I would have to write fanfiction for Shakespeare. However, an English assignment has bid me to write a continuation of Juliet's short soliloquy at the end of Act III. As a refresher, Juliet has just finished cursing the nurse and is on her way to the Friar's cell.

Oh woe is I, I hope that his ghost does not come to haunt me from his grave. And I did attempt to write in honest to goodness in blank verse, iambic pentameter using the themes, words, styling and Elizabethan English Shakespeare was so fond of. And, yes, I did attempt to keep Juliet to her character. I bid the traveler luck.

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Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!

Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,

Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue

Which she hath praised him with above compare

So many thousand times? Go, counselor!

Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.

I'll to the friar to know his remedy.

If all else fail, myself have power to die.

With crowing dawn, all light shone hath darkened

To the pale ashes of lone solitude:

To wander in Verona streets, akin

As that love banished a city away,

Or to the unfaithful maid journey hence

Wedded to another, she loveth not.

O, Fortune! eyed upon bitter lovers,

What faith calls thee hence to love our death's grave.

Beckon us not forth, though death may relieve

Love's woes to eternal peace in heaven

Where I shall meet my Romeo again.

Oh fortune, thou art masters of sorrow,

Driving desperate hearts to fruitless acts

In a mockery of cruel tragedy.

What tears will weep for my beloved fire,

Of starry perfection, to take thine light,

Sink upon weary blackness, and grace naught

The world no more for lack of thine beauty.

Oh love, it's as though caught in spider's web,

Chances misplaced, luck lost and bleakened hopes,

Winding the tortured path of which we weave:

There is no salve for this ache of mine-

Rain weeps from heaven and earth to our love:

Blood flows as tears, too thick from wounds too deep.

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A/N: *peeks out from hiding spot* Do please review and give me some sanity in your words. Tell me how far my mark missed its aim; tell me how tragic I am to beg thee upon my knees like a bemoaning pup for one brief utterance of a review. And to all who do abide and attempt to help a poor writer live a bit better, thee shall hold a place in my heart.