I do not own the characters as usual. Please read and review; I think I'll
continue the Mercutio diary-before all this Romeo and Juliet madness.
Fourth of mine Death
Summer in Verona 1506
Well, if that don't beat all! Someday, that will be a famous saying
and who ever finds this can say a dead guy made it up! I'm happier than
usual-for one who lacks Life-for now I had found him. Another 'venture into
the Estate of Capulet and who did I see waiting patiently and confusédly
but dear Tybalt! He saw me, and his hand strayed from the hilt of his sword
as he rushed to me. He gripped my shoulders and then my face and well.you
fill in the rest, knave.
After I reunited myself with Tybalt and we strode calmly through
those Verona streets into my chamber, Tybalt rests now, waiting for Mother
to come in so he can wave a candle in her face. On the other hand, Tybalt
is not the only one who is mischievous. That Friar Laurence has a trick up
his sleeve and I know it-I was listening too hard to not know.
That Juliet is babbling on and on about Death as though he isn't
lurking in the shadows on her manor! He is but waiting for the opportunity
to trip her on her climb up or more likely downstairs. Anyway, Paris is but
waiting for the day when Juliet will be his maiden. That should be in about
a day if something doesn't happen. I really think------------------
Eve of the Maiden
So, it's far later now than before. Tybalt snatched this leather
keeper from me and began reading it. His eyes widened and closed, he
laughed and sighed. After that we were just together. It was like sleeping
but without doing so.it was lovely.
As I was saying before, Friar is intoxicating that Juliet because she
would jump into Death's arms and not Paris's. Paris understands something
to be wrong with Juliet's weeping, but I take him to be too daft to realize
what's going on 'round him. I'd give him pity if I cared enough. In her
chamber was Juliet, alone after sending her mother and Nurse away. She
began vocalizing her fears of what she intended to do but did it anyway.
The wench drank some kind of concoction that does but tempt Death and slay
her family and Paris's hearts. It is intended that in the 48 hours coming,
this tonic will wear off and she will awaken in the Tomb of Capulets to
find both Romeo and Friar waiting to whisk her off to Mantua (where Romeo
does reside, I think I shall go there). Oh, the look of anguish when those
Capulets saw their daughter slain by nothing but her own hand. They blamed
Tybalt's death for it-which he so justly scoffed whilst putting his arm
around my neck.
Tybalt and I head for Mantua in but a few hours to see dear Romeo and
what hath become of him. If he has gone mad, then Death be swift; if he be
plotting, then may Venus finally smile upon his efforts.
Five Acts of Injustice
Summer morning1506
Aye, what a day! What a day, indeed, and it isn't over, much less
begun. I'm traveling to Mantua at the moment to see poor Romeo and see his
humor. Tybalt, being family-conscious, stayed here to look over fairest
Juliet. Before I left, there was a moment between we two and we joined as
hands do for prayer. Another 'vantage of being dead-you can walk and write
at the same time because you really aren't walking.you kind of float or
fly, if you choose. I still wonder what keeps me here and why I do not see
other Spirits among the clouds with me. Maybe purgatory got the best of
them yet.
What's all this then? I just passed a grave-looking Friar trying to
make passage into Mantua. For whatever reasons, another Friar and, daresay,
soldiers refuse them passage! Hah! Why must he get to Mantua in such a
hurry anyway.? That Friar was not Laurence so I do not see the connection,
unless all Holy Men have a connection I do not yet know of. Ah, there be
Mantua! It's been minutes already and I do not for the Life of me see that
scamp Romeo! Hopefully, he did not take upon himself his woman's words and
strip himself of his own! Heh, there's that Balthasar.never fancied the lad-
a bit too irrational for me. He never wanted to hear the rest of the story
or even know what was going on.whenever he spoke, it was impulsive and
incomplete. I can tell, just by lowly Romeo's face, that this is the case.
Back in Verona
Summer Midday
I fear the worst hath stricken Romeo. Why not the plague? Oh, why
not! But no, the lad has lost it. He's been stricken with the Balthasarian
Illness! He is irrational and impulsive, questions nothing of any events
but listens to himself and he heeds no one but himself. He senses me, but
even so, he does not wish to believe himself Lunacy's puppet enough to
listen to me! I stood right behind him as he spoke to an apothecary,
provoking the poor bastard do sell him a poison. As Romeo would not listen,
I tried reasoning with the apothecary, standing in his ear and saying,
"Don't do it-you know it's wrong.don't think in your purse, fine man, use
your head! Look at this lad! He's gone mad! Stricken with an illness that
cannot be cured by you nor any tonic!" I repeated myself, which only gave
the man more will, but sure enough, Romeo bested him and got his liquid
Death. Romeo must not be as insane as methinks, for he scorned the medicine
man for selling the tonic to him. Said something about money being a worse
poison upon the Soul of men.why cannot he realize this himself!
Summer day
On my way to Verona, I am filled with thoughts and enough anger to trick myself into believing Life still cradles me. Alas, that be nary the case for I am dead as dead and no one is listening. The Friars did have a plan, they spoke true, now that Romeo hath disappeared, and they know not what to do. Quarantine made that Friar I spoke of, John, I believe, as dead as me for no listened or cared. On my way to meet Tybalt, whom do I see but that knave Paris at the Capulet monument with some boy? Paris does beseech this boy wait as he descended towards the tomb. The boy did voice his fears only to be assailed royally with the words of the county. With a haughty last word, he descended and I waited for him to come back-if he planned to. This Paris must have cared for her, that Juliet, or he would go find another bride. There might be many a maiden apt to latch on to his arm. With a whistle did Paris's boy fled and who does approach? 'Tis lad Romeo and his irrational man-and they did come prepared for a break in. The Illness still strong in his face, Romeo bid that Balthasar stay and with words of anger and vengeance did he descend into the mouth of death. Summer evening I could not write nor barely speak, for the following events were quite bleak. They struck my own heart and kept moving, for it was not I, but the Lovers, who were losing. Romeo, in grave and desperate state, did give the County's death a noble fate. His silver stole life from this County, but Romeo is not callous, for he brought him to the tomb to claim him bounty. Ah, when Romeo did see that maiden of his love, his humor did change and all his thoughts, they began to rearrange. Without many frivolities and even less anguish, did he proclaim his Love once more? If hath he listened to me, he would have known Juliet to be alive as any dove in the air. For the mask she had put on from the inside was slowly peeling away to reveal a live being. Romeo thought nothing of this, but stroked his Love's hair once more and put his lips to hers. With another dialogue based on foolishness and illogical reasoning, the tonic did pass through his lips and I watched Death strike Life from him in one blow. Juliet did awaken moments after and the Friar did appear, calling her to take leave with him and become a Nun. Juliet did detest and refuse thy offer as the friar fled with such great an urgency that he could have been able to stop Romeo. With teasing words and a light heart did Juliet speak to her Romeo; trying to join him, she searched his lips for poison and found no. Her humor placed her eyes of Romeo's dagger and it is with that that she did join her husband. Then did arrive Paris's boy, a bit late and clumsily, toting with him the Watch. Upon the scene, their faces contorted and then did arrive mine own cousin, the Prince, and the Capulets. What did they think, now? Who knows? Who cares? For now, all but Benvolio have joined Tybalt and I. The Final Summer Day 1506 T'was a tragedy indeed, that the Friar could not get to Mantua by steed and that Romeo was too far lost to take any heed. Although, for mourning there is no need, for Romeo and Juliet have completed their own deed. They are together, right now as I write, playing with each other and acting as Lovers do. How strange that they be over their own funeral and act so gaily. Tybalt wishes I lay down my pen and act as they do, but I must allow these thoughts exodus to this paper or they will most certainly get the better of me. As the mounting grief gripped all in Verona, Romeo's dear mother approached us as we stood behind the large procession. Romeo, shocked thoroughly as we all, rushed to her and their arms embraced one another and then she left us. Where she is off to is very unsure to me as any. The Friar Laurence did speak his story to my cousin and those who listened kept control as the feelings around them flared wildly in such a great a mass of emotion I cannot separate anger from pity or grieving from anger. Friar Laurence does have a way with words, if I do say so myself. My cousin questioned his truth and then did see it to be clear as Balthasar declared it so-most likely on impulse. The Prince did grieve publicly for my own kin, Paris and me and with a final farewell did bid the Souls of Romeo and Juliet off. And so I myself leave until I feel driven to raise the quill again and slaughter paper with my assailment of terms as did Romeo and Juliet's dire Love.
On my way to Verona, I am filled with thoughts and enough anger to trick myself into believing Life still cradles me. Alas, that be nary the case for I am dead as dead and no one is listening. The Friars did have a plan, they spoke true, now that Romeo hath disappeared, and they know not what to do. Quarantine made that Friar I spoke of, John, I believe, as dead as me for no listened or cared. On my way to meet Tybalt, whom do I see but that knave Paris at the Capulet monument with some boy? Paris does beseech this boy wait as he descended towards the tomb. The boy did voice his fears only to be assailed royally with the words of the county. With a haughty last word, he descended and I waited for him to come back-if he planned to. This Paris must have cared for her, that Juliet, or he would go find another bride. There might be many a maiden apt to latch on to his arm. With a whistle did Paris's boy fled and who does approach? 'Tis lad Romeo and his irrational man-and they did come prepared for a break in. The Illness still strong in his face, Romeo bid that Balthasar stay and with words of anger and vengeance did he descend into the mouth of death. Summer evening I could not write nor barely speak, for the following events were quite bleak. They struck my own heart and kept moving, for it was not I, but the Lovers, who were losing. Romeo, in grave and desperate state, did give the County's death a noble fate. His silver stole life from this County, but Romeo is not callous, for he brought him to the tomb to claim him bounty. Ah, when Romeo did see that maiden of his love, his humor did change and all his thoughts, they began to rearrange. Without many frivolities and even less anguish, did he proclaim his Love once more? If hath he listened to me, he would have known Juliet to be alive as any dove in the air. For the mask she had put on from the inside was slowly peeling away to reveal a live being. Romeo thought nothing of this, but stroked his Love's hair once more and put his lips to hers. With another dialogue based on foolishness and illogical reasoning, the tonic did pass through his lips and I watched Death strike Life from him in one blow. Juliet did awaken moments after and the Friar did appear, calling her to take leave with him and become a Nun. Juliet did detest and refuse thy offer as the friar fled with such great an urgency that he could have been able to stop Romeo. With teasing words and a light heart did Juliet speak to her Romeo; trying to join him, she searched his lips for poison and found no. Her humor placed her eyes of Romeo's dagger and it is with that that she did join her husband. Then did arrive Paris's boy, a bit late and clumsily, toting with him the Watch. Upon the scene, their faces contorted and then did arrive mine own cousin, the Prince, and the Capulets. What did they think, now? Who knows? Who cares? For now, all but Benvolio have joined Tybalt and I. The Final Summer Day 1506 T'was a tragedy indeed, that the Friar could not get to Mantua by steed and that Romeo was too far lost to take any heed. Although, for mourning there is no need, for Romeo and Juliet have completed their own deed. They are together, right now as I write, playing with each other and acting as Lovers do. How strange that they be over their own funeral and act so gaily. Tybalt wishes I lay down my pen and act as they do, but I must allow these thoughts exodus to this paper or they will most certainly get the better of me. As the mounting grief gripped all in Verona, Romeo's dear mother approached us as we stood behind the large procession. Romeo, shocked thoroughly as we all, rushed to her and their arms embraced one another and then she left us. Where she is off to is very unsure to me as any. The Friar Laurence did speak his story to my cousin and those who listened kept control as the feelings around them flared wildly in such a great a mass of emotion I cannot separate anger from pity or grieving from anger. Friar Laurence does have a way with words, if I do say so myself. My cousin questioned his truth and then did see it to be clear as Balthasar declared it so-most likely on impulse. The Prince did grieve publicly for my own kin, Paris and me and with a final farewell did bid the Souls of Romeo and Juliet off. And so I myself leave until I feel driven to raise the quill again and slaughter paper with my assailment of terms as did Romeo and Juliet's dire Love.