DIARY ENTRY
Act 1, Scene 5
Dear Diary,
Oh mine dear diary I fear I’ve committed a most wondrous sin. I’ve fallen for another. Out of all the men in Verona t’wast a Montague! But, what’s in a name? That which call a rose: By any other name would smell as sweet. Romeo Montague. The sweetest name. Why must my only love spring from my only hate? It’s forbidden, we could nev’r beest together. O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo! I wanteth to see that gent again. At father’s party Romeo looked like a star. No, not a star but the moon. The big quite quaint moon I gaze apon every night.
Would thy Romeo refuse his name for me? Only then would we beest able to beest together. I would refuse mine name for Romeo but would he doth the same for me? We only kissed. I may nev’r knoweth if 't be true that he loves me as well! Much less meeteth him again. Curse mine fathers mask’ed celebrations! I now can only bethink of fair Romeo. The kisses that he gaveth me and how I crave for more. I’m afraid if 't be true Romeo wast to propose to me this instant I would beest unable to refuse. I might as well kicketh the bucket
Love,
Juliet
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A2, S2 Nurse
Dear Diary,
I’ve known mine lief Juliet since the lady a babe. The lady wast the prettiest babe I er nursed. I can’t holp but love that younker. I treat that lady as if 't be true the lady wast mine own. I would beest the happiest nurse ever if 't be true I might l live to see thee married once. I desired t would beest too the valiant Paris but t seemeth not. He’s a flower, a sir made of wax Verona hath nev'r seen a prettier flower. If 't be true I wast Juliet I would fain marry the prince. We would beest married by sunset! Neverless the lady hath chosen Romeo Montague. While that gent is quite handsome. His looks could coequal compete the with Paris! The only sir Juliet cannot marry. I wanteth to see mine issue married and joyous but if 't be true only the lady would bethink about what that lady parents would sayeth! The lady would beest baneshed from this family. The pair of those folk would beest. The lady thinkest I am fusty and cannot heareth anymore but I didst. I hath heard that the lady plans with that knave! Sending messengers at the hour of nine! It’s too rash, too unadvised, too sudden! The issue knoweth not of the world and I’m afeard the lady shalt regret that lady decision. I hath heard only this morning that knave wast trying to court the fair Roseline. Now his heart hath suddenly chosen Juliet? But if 't be true mine lief hath chosen a husband I wilt not interfere. But I can’t holp but supporteth that lady in that lady happiness. It’s not oft women hither art putteth in joyous marriages. if 't be true Juliet is to marry this sir I shan’t cease that lady.
Alas I shall retire now.
Love,
Tabitha
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