Thus with a Kiss…

At 1525 hours this Monday 13 February, I committed suicide quite literally over my wife’s dead body, having slain her fiancee and then honoured his dying request to be laid to rest with the thirteen-year-old girl with whom I was having an affair…Paris was played by Halil, who I seem to have a play-history with. Not only did I humiliate him in a swordfight and then take his girl last year, but I stabbed him while he was playing Tybalt, to avenge Mercutio, and then today when he played Paris. Here’s to many more occasions of beating him to the girl…Well actually, Here’s to my love. O true apothecary, Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss, I die.

Romeo’s Final Soliloquy:

In faith, I will.—Let me peruse this face.
Mercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris.
What said my man, when my betossèd soul
Did not attend him as we rode? I think
He told me Paris should have married Juliet.
Said he not so? Or did I dream it so?
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
To think it was so?—O, give me thy hand,
One writ with me in sour misfortune’s book.
I’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave.
A grave? Oh, no. A lantern, slaughtered youth,
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light.
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interred.
How oft when men are at the point of death
Have they been merry, which their keepers call
A lightning before death! Oh, how may I
Call this a lightning?—O my love, my wife!
Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
Thou art not conquered. Beauty’s ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death’s pale flag is not advancèd there.—
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
O, what more favour can I do to thee,
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Forgive me, cousin.—Ah, dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorrèd monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
For fear of that, I still will stay with thee,
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again. Here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chamber maids. Oh, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last.
Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death.
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide.
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy seasick, weary bark.
Here’s to my love! O true apothecary,
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.



Romeo and Juliet

At the moment in English class, we are reading Romeo and Juliet and acting it out as we go. It is one of my favourite things that we have done in class! For example, today I got to avenge Mercutio by stabbing Tybalt. Then again, it was really getting to poke one classmate with a sword while another one rolled around on the ground in agony (he had been stabbed…)

Below are two photos from the balcony scene which we did in the rain on Friday. Miss Jones didn’t want the script to get wet, hence the pink umbrella. The other shot was meant to be me calling up to Juliet, but it didn’t really go so well…