July 18th 1560
This is the last entry that I shall write in this diary so I will keep it short. It is not worth living anymore, my life has come to an end, here in this cold tomb. I have bought poison to drink. I am a murderer.
Friar Lawrence decided to put me in a monastery for a while until he could join me with my love. So after spending a most wonderful night with Juliet, I set off for the said monastery. I stayed there for a day waiting for news of my love, news that never came. A knock at the door stayed my waiting and I rushed joyfully to open it, desperate for a word from the good friar. My servant, Balthazar, stood on the threshold. I asked him for news of Verona. Balthazar looked like he should be ill. When I pressed him on the matter he told me that Juliet, my fair and wondrous queen was dead!
I stared at him and could not utter a word. I asked him if he meant what he said. He nodded. Against his wishes I rode at once to the Capulet tomb, willing him to have been mistaken. Paris, Juliet's meant-to-be husband was already there and he accused me of coming to destroy his lady's resting-place. I told him that Juliet would be forever mine. We fought and he lay dead at my feet soon after. I crept to Juliet's tomb. She looked untouched, as yet unravaged by cruel death. Indeed she looked as she were merely sleeping. I kissed her lips, willing her to wake but to no avail, she remained as cold as stone.
This is where I write these last words. I will now drink the friendly poison that will end my suffering.
Juliet, we shall meet again in Paradise.
RM