On Sunday night, I met Romeo again in our (the Capulet’s) orchard. I could tell he was in a flutter about love, the same way as I was. I was delighted when Romeo greeted me with the words, ‘It is my lady, O it is my love’. His words were so sweet, and gentle, I was annoyed, angry and frustrated that he was a Montague, and that he being there that night was strictly forbidden. I thought I could change from being a Capulet, so that we could be together. I tried to define the meaning of ‘Montague’, it meant nothing, it was just a name, Romeo was who I loved, and he was called a Montague, so we could not be together.
Retuning to my senses, I became increasingly worried about Romeo, and questioned how Romeo got to orchard, and how he got over the high walls. He did not appear to be taking me seriously, as he said that, ‘With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls’. I knew that Tybalt, or any other member of my family would murder him, if he was found to be in the orchard, and I was worried for his safety and I did not want anything bad to happen to him.
I cannot remember why, but it seemed like I was apologising for my love, I tried to convince Romeo that I did love him truthfully, and it was real love. I prayed that he loved me back. He swore that he did, I hope it is true. At this point I decided that it was time to part, we talked, proving each other’s love, until the nurse called, when I had to say my final farewell. I gave Romeo the option of sending me word of getting married the following day, hoping that he had good intentions and trying to make something of the situation. We parted slowly, with many good-byes.
Fortunately I was able to rush into the house, and creep out onto the balcony to speak to Romeo once more. I was desperate, I could not bear being away from him for even one minute. We arranged for him to send word of getting married the following day at nine o’clock. Finally we parted, reassuring each other we would meet again the following day. Millions of feelings were swarming through my mind, I was shocked by the power of love, I had never felt like this before.
The following morning I was anxiously waiting to see Romeo again, and find out the arrangements of the wedding. I wondered if the nurse had interfered, and found out more than I knew. Although I love her very dearly, I feel she was a bit on top of me, and knew too much about Romeo and i.
