Hey everyone! This is something I wrote for my English class and I was pretty happy with it so I decided to post it here! This is my first entry so I really hope you'll like it! Feedback would be great... =]
(This is after Romeo and Juliet are dead.)
I lost my
daughter… again. I thought she had died yesterday, on Wednesday’s dreadful
morning. The morning she was supposed to marry County Paris. But this morning
came the Watch to request my presence at the church tombs. They told me that
there has been some chaos at the Capulet’s Vault where my dear daughter and my
kinsman Tybalt lie. On reaching the vault I found County Paris and Romeo dead.
I also found a dagger stabbed in Juliet’s heart. My lady Capulet was so
devastated that she could not even bear to watch the sight. It appears… Juliet
had already married Romeo the Monday afternoon without asking for my permission
and blessing. Now I think I should have let Tybalt kill Romeo for crashing the
party that night. Maybe that would have prevented Romeo from meeting my
daughter and they would not have fallen for each other.
Oh well, I
do feel guilty of how I treated my beloved daughter that Tuesday morning. I
nearly disowned her but thankfully it didn't come to that. She came back to her
senses only that afternoon after confessing her sins to Friar Lawrence. I have
to admit I was a little surprised by the abrupt change of heart but I was too
overcome with joy that I ignored the nagging feeling in the back of my head. In
my defense, I could not wait for her to a bride and after moving the wedding a
day earlier, I had so much to do that I did not had time to wonder about what
Juliet was up to.
But even
though guilt is eating me up like a worm in an apple, I cannot help but let a
twinge of betrayal creep in through the worm’s hole. I raised my daughter with
love and morals that all women should value. So I do not know my innocent and
faithful daughter could knowingly marry my mortal enemy’s son. And if she did
marry him, how could she end her life for some Montague that she had not known
for even a week? And the fact that he was a banished murderer is just the icing
on the cake. I just know that Romeo must have filled my Juliet’s head with
endless untruths. She was only thirteen and very naïve.
And Lady
Capulet thinks I was too rash with her. I just wanted to pull her out of her
sorrows and marry her to the County. And oh what a perfect match it was! He was
young and handsome lad. Most importantly, he was rich. And of course, he
certainly loved Juliet. Oh how heartbroken he was when he found Juliet “dead”
on their wedding morning. He even went to pay his respects to her at the tomb.
Too bad it caused him his life. I should have allowed County Paris Juliet’s
hand when he first asked for me for it after the fight on Sunday morning. It
seems like a lifetime when Prince Escales warned us not to fight in Verona
streets again, even though it was just four days ago.
At least
me and Montague are not fighting any more. I believe we both have paid enough
prices for our irrational feud. Both of our heirs are dead. We have no one to
continue our name. To tell the truth, I do not even remember why we were
fighting in the first place. We decided to call it a truce just this morning.
We will forever mourn the deaths of our children with a heavy heart. It is time
for this fighting to end, now, before something even more tragic happens.
Before our ancient enmity invites death to our doors and silently take another
one of our valued lives again.
But oh
that vile Montague, of course he just had to offer to build a statue-- and
obviously it had to be gold—“There shall no figure at such rate be set, as that
of true and faithful Juliet.” So I had no choice but to offer to make one for
Romeo. I cannot allow my reputation to fall. Not when my daughter had just
recently disgraced the house of Capulets by marrying and nearly eloping with an
enemy. But still, it would probably cost a lot. I just hope our truce is a
long-lasting one…
--Lord Capulet
