Shakespeare Creative Writing Coursework
How can life be so horrid? No time has passed since my marriage to the glorious Juliet and I have been exiled form my home, here in Verona. I love her so much and can not bear to be parted. I would rather die than face banishment. And thought I love her, I sometimes think that she is the root problem in my life. I would not fight with Tybalt because of her; Mercutio, stubborn as a donkey and twice as fierce as a tiger could not see a challenge go amiss: it cost him his life. I could never imagine my best friend dying; the pain sis so much! Benvolio did all that he could to console me, but when the enemy returned, I saw red. The King of Cats, as high and mighty as he is, came back to gloat. I was so angered (more by sorrow than by anger) by his calmness of the incident that nothing could stop me. It was until only later that I realised what I had done. I am not a superstitious man, but I believe that a dying man’s wishes are always upheld. Mercutio, with his last breath, cursed both our houses and I am feeling the brunt of it. Being exiled here in Mantua is like being killed 100 times. I imagine that Juliet is feeing the same, but what about my parents? The torment that they must be going through at this time is unbelievable. I have spoken to the friar and he does nothing but console me; it is, however, in vain. Nevertheless, to see my darling Juliet was lovely, but I do wish we could have our whole lives together. Instead, I shall be made to live my years’ alone in Mantua, unless my beloved Juliet comes to stay with me. Until that time, I wait, alone.
