and with a love throbbing heart and mind I began my departure. A sensation that I had never felt before began to over come me. Rosaline was special but Juliet was even more so. After only knowing her for that one night I began to feel that we were meant for each and unfortunately at that stage I predicted that nothing could stand in our way not even fate.
The next morning I visited friar Lawrence and announced how felt towards Juliet and that she also felt the same. ‘Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight’ he accused me of. He suggested Rosaline but with much pleasure I told him ‘the fair daughter of rich Capulet’. I then pleaded with all my hearts will for the joining of us two. Denying my happiness at first he gradually came to sense and accepted my decision. I explained to him the beauty of her to him and how strongly I felt for her the love that we had exchanged last night was not enough to last a life time but only to last me till the end of the night. I had greed for that love more and more. The nurse sent the message to my love when we met and I explained the arrangements that would bring Juliet and me closer together and with all my heart I wished forever. The nurse seemed to be full with joy as I passed the news on and sure enough it got to my Juliet. ‘Here comes the lady’ the friar whispered to me, I turned around and saw my future bride. She glowed in the sunlight and her eyes were full of happiness as were mine. The beauty of her that day and as always outstanding me as she looked deep into my eyes that sweet face that I can only describe as true beauty. The ceremony was short but it didn’t matter as I was now joined with Juliet and nothing else mattered.
Father in your eyes I may have committed a sin but in my eyes it was anything but.
The next explanation I shall give you is why I killed Tybalt. He killed my closes friend right in front of my very own eyes. As I wandered up to the square in Verona I cast my eyes on the Capulets including Tybalt. Play fighting was first but as the play carried on violence and competition followed. I stepped between the two rivals and shouted ‘Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!
Without my knowledge Tybalt thrusted his sword underneath my arm and came in contact with Mercutio. Being such a fool I laughed at my friend as he screamed ‘Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.’ Always playing the fool we did not take him serious. I was looking into his shocked dark eyes as he passed away in my arms.
Such anger and emotion surged through me at such a rush that my mind was a blare. Running as fast as my legs could carry me I hunted down Tybalt. Grasping my sword in my hand with such a grip that no man could have of opened. Faster and faster we fought, Tybalt using his swordsmanship, me using my pure anger and aggression in order to defeat him. Defeat I did. He fell to the ground and Benvolio warned me to depart, which I did. With Tybalt’s blood upon my hands, I fled with relief but also with guilt. Guilt, something that I should have not felt, I should have felt success but guilt still overcame me.
For my actions were wrong my mind was right at the time. Murder is a sin and for that sin I paid my price.
Banishment was the price I paid and it was a very high price and the question that I asked myself was, was it worth it, killing Tybalt to avenge Mercutio the answer I found was no. Banishment is such a strong word and does stand up to its name. Banished from my friends, my family, my home and my Juliet.
Anger, despair, sadness, frustration all ran through my confused mind all at once they ripped me apart. Where would I go, what would I do, how would I do it. I wasn’t independent enough to be forced to live with this.
I turned to Friar Lawrence for help, for protection, for comfort. He gave me a place to go to in Mantua. I’m sorry I could not turn to you in my desperate situation but Friar is like my second father and it seemed like the best thing to do at the time. From reading this letter it seems like I’m being selfish and not thinking of the consequences to my actions and to tell you the truth, I am. It’s not confusion, It’s Juliet she was all that mattered to me, she kept me alive inside. The love I had for her was like no other.
Dawn came as I woke next to my sweet Juliet. My last night in Verona, I spent with her. I had to be gone at the call of the lark and as the lark sang Juliet whispered ‘It was the nightingale, and not the lark,’ I wanted to believe it but I knew that if I stayed I would have had my life taken. All of my heart wanted to stay there but there was something called a conscience. My feelings for Juliet after that night had passed were stronger, I did not think this possible but it appeared I was wrong. The term “making love” was true as we had made it stronger and as I feared unbreakable. Holding her closer and closer as I made my departure out of the window. Our eyes gazed endlessly into one another’s, the question being asked was, will we ever see each other again? We will ever kiss or hold each other again? I did not know the answer but I was optimistic so I assured myself we would.
Although not knowing it, the next time we would see each other would be on her deathbed. If I only could have predicted this or if god would have of had mercy on our souls. If fate would of not have come between our love for each other I would not be writing this letter.
As I sat around in a street in Mantua, Balthasar came booted and although I did not know it he came not with good news but with news that would break my heart in two. ‘Her body sleeps in Capels’ monument,’ I did not think it possible to break a mans heart in a sentence but he had achieved it. The world stopped moving, my heart stopped beating and my mind started spinning. My fair Juliet, my true love, my only love had gone. Silence overcame the room, a deadly silence that shed fear into my ears and heart. A tear ran down my face, it was a cold tear and the further it ran down my face the further I slipped down the wall behind me. At this point in time I just wanted to curl up and die but first I had to see her. If I was going to cease my life at least it was to be by her side. So that we could truly be together forever. I would go to the nearest apothecary and purchase a deadly poison.
Arriving at the tomb I set my eyes on Paris. Explaining why I was there, he then had the cheek to deny me my will of going to see Juliet. I fought him, with rage and anger rushing through my body. He did not even have the right to deny me of my love for Juliet. As he lay on the ground he pleaded for one last request. A request to which I complied. He asked me to lay his body next to Juliet's.
I entered the dark cold tomb. Juliet still looked fresh as she lay there in all her beauty. Her moist lips from which I had kissed not so long ago. My heart burned of despair, as I looked at my Juliet, love filled me once again. She seemed to be in peaceful sleep with her beauty still awake, that over whelming beauty of her shocked me. She possessed the looks of a goddess, a heart of pure and gold, her skin was as smooth as the finest silk that could be produced. Her lips were perfectly shaped and although not open her eyes still seemed to have a glow of happiness to them.
Father what I have told you is the honest truth. I did not mean to make you and mother sad or angry I just tried to please my heart. I did what was best for myself and by doing this I had to disobey you. I hope you can forgive my sins.
Yours lovingly and faithfully
Romeo Montague
