Juliet

Romeo… Romeo Montague…

How can this be? I… I love the son of my enemy. I cannot believe this, the one man I would rather die for than to marry anyone else is Romeo Montague. How does this always need to happen to me? I did not even approach Romeo, he is the one who came and took my hand so gently. Just like a pilgrim would when he touches the hands of statues of saints. He is the one who kissed me first! I only kissed him in return because he asked for his sin back. Romeo is the one who started this love fest and yet I am the one who has fallen for him so quickly. I fell for him before I even got a chance to catch his name. How stupid of me! If he hadn’t started flirting with me in the first place I would not be in this situation… I would not of fallen so hard.

(JULIET)

My only love sprung from my only hate!

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Prodigious birth of love it is to me,

That I must love a loathèd enemy.

(Act 1, Scene 5, Lines 138-141)

If nurse had not came and gotten me when she did, perhaps I would of fallen even more than I did. But yet I still fell. Love is truly a cruel monster, what else would of made me fall head over heels with my worst enemy than this monster?Romeo Montague is the man I love, the son of the man I hate… I saw him too early without even knowing who he was and when I found out it was too late. What am I suppose to do now? Forget the feelings I have for this handsome man? The man I am supposed to hate? 

I love Romeo Montague.

-Juliet (Barbara Stuart)

Juliet: Act 2, Scene 2 (Kaela O'Connor) 

Oh that Romeo! How could I have fallen for a Montague? But in truth, what is a name worth? Nothing really. It’s easily changed, and I really would leave the name Capulet behind if I could only be with my Romeo. If I knew he really loved me, I’m not sure what I wouldn’t do!

My feelings for him only intensified after tonight! I don’t know how on earth he did it, but my dearest Romeo scaled our garden walls! Just to see me! How romantic. Although, I’m afraid I have made quite a fool of myself!  Not realizing he was there, I let slip my feelings to what I thought was just the night sky. And he overheard everything!  I cursed myself profusely before… well, before he returned the feelings. Can you believe it? What a happy duo we are!

Even though it’s happening so fast, and many would surely question the sincerity of our love, I know in my heart it’s true. The sweet Romeo even tried to swear that his love was true! He tried to swear on the moon. Can you believe it? The moon! It’s always changing, does that mean his feelings for me would be so inconsistent? But no, I’m sure he means well. In fact, the only thing he asked was that we make true promises of love. If only he hadn’t heard me profess my love to him before! If only promises of love meant as much the second time as the first.

“I gave thee mine before thou didst request it,

And yet I would it were to give again.”

(Act 2, Scene 2 page 59)

I’m a little nervous, but…I gave him an ultimatum! Hopefully he follows through, I’m not sure I could live without my Montague. If all goes well, tomorrow Nurse will return with the news of when and where we shall marry! Wish me luck; I’ve got to get some beauty sleep for my big day!


Act 3 Scene 2:

He’s like a villain in disguise! I hate him! Yet I still cannot get over these feelings. I don’t understand! How could he murder such a dear relative of mine? How could I be so in love with this criminal? This is so strange because just yesterday, I could have never imagined this, but now, I am having second thoughts about this marriage. Wait, no I’m not! How could I say such a thing? I love him! If he killed my cousin, he must have had a genuine reason. I’m sure Tybalt tried to kill him. I can’t say such bad things about my husband when I don’t even know the whole story. He must climb through my window tonight and comfort me. I know there is a reason behind this criminal act, I’m sure of it.

Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?

Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,

When I, thy three hours' wife, have mangled it?

But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?

That villain cousin would have killed my husband.

Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring.

Your tributary drops belong to woe,

Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.

My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain,

And Tybalt’s dead, that would have slain my husband.

All this is comfort. Wherefore weep I then?

Some word there was, worser than Tybalt’s death,

That murdered me. I would forget it fain,

But oh, it presses to my memory,

Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners' minds.

“Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banishèd.” (Act 3, Scene 2, Lines 97-112)

           

            In fact, though the news of my cousin’s death is terrible, the worst part of all is the fact that my loving husband is banished! My poor husband who praises me, how will he react when he hears the terrible things I have said about him? I refuse to let myself dwell on Tybalt’s death because the love of my life, Romeo, is still alive. I will gladly forget about Tybalt because he wanted to kill my husband! Maybe he deserved it! No, I’m sure he deserved it! Romeo would never hurt an innocent man, not even a Capulet, and that is why I love and trust him, even though he is a Montague. 
Juliet (Amanda Levine)

Juliet: Act 2, Scene 5 (Sarah Laurie)

I don’t think I’ve ever been so anxious, nervous yet happy in my whole entire life, sitting there, waiting for my Nurse to arrive from her search for Romeo with the much awaited message. I was shaking, and there was my Nurse entering my room, looking quite shaky and a little bit upset.

I asked her what was wrong. She told me she was just very out of breath, and spent around fifteen minutes telling me about how tired she was, instead of wasting her precious breath telling me what Romeo wanted me to know.

I was sure she was teasing me as she continued to complain about her back pain. I rubbed it for a few seconds, and finally, after a lot of yelling back and forth, she told me the news.

Romeo had demanded for me to meet him at Friar Lawrence’s cell, so I could meet with him, and then afterwards spend our first night together as a wedded couple.

I was feeling nothing but ecstatic. I couldn’t wait to see Romeo. *Dreamy sigh.*

This was a feeling I've never encountered in my life, not even with Paris -- being in love. Seeing Romeo again tonight would be a dream come true.

Beaming, I left the room, my Nurse wishing me luck, and hoping things would go well when I saw Romeo.

Juliet:

Here’s such a coil. Come, what says Romeo?

Nurse:

Have you got leave to go to shrift today?

Juliet:
            I have.

Nurse:

Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence’s cell.

There stays a husband to make you a wife.

Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks.

They’ll be in the scarlet straight at any news.

Hie you to church. I must another way

To fetch a ladder, by the which your love

Must climb a bird’s nest soon when it is dark.

I am the drudge and toil in your delight,

But you shall bear the burden soon at night.

Go. It’ll to dinner. Hie you to the cell.