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Thursday, February 18, 2010

Finally! An End To The Torture!


Mercutio: Act II, Scene IV

My God what a day! A day full of joy and relief for many people! Romeo is himself again! It's about time this happened. Benvolio and I were walking about the streets this morning, talking about none other that Signor Whiny Pants himself. It turns out that he never went home last night after the Capulet ball. Good man! It seems like he came to his senses and finally got himself some action! But then of course, he could have been moping about Rosaline in a ditch somewhere. Benvolio said that when he asked a Montague servant of Romeo's whereabouts, he heard that Tybalt Capulet had sent a letter to the Montague household. I bet it was a letter challenging Romeo to a duel. Romeo wouldn't last five minutes against Tybalt. That man is a fine swordsman. I've seen him practice, and it seems to me that he is the best in Verona. Don't get the idea that I like that Capulet or anything, because I don’t. He's too hot tempered in my opinion. I simply admire his aptitude with the sword. Just because Romeo's family

hates the Capulet house doesn't mean that I have to hate them as well. I'm my own person with my own opinion. Quite frankly I think this feud is ridiculous. The two families should reconcile their non-apparent differences and shut up already. Anyways, Romeo wouldn't stand a chance against Tybalt, even if his swordsmanship was superior. He's already been mentally wounded by Rosaline. I swear he cares more about the fact that his love is unrequited than he does about his own well-being. As Benvolio and I talked, Romeo finally decided to show his face. I was prepared to face the moaning and groaning as usual, but he seemed unusually happy. He started talking, and by the look on his face I could tell he had been with a woman. Finally! Sense finally decided to barge into that head of his! Benvolio and I were actually enjoying Romeo's company until that nurse from the Capulet house bustled into the square. That woman is far bigger and more matronly than any mother hen in Verona. So of course I did what I could to ruffle her feathers. I then decided to leave with Benvolio. She wanted to talk privately with Romeo for some reason. Whatever. Who knows? Maybe Romeo was far more desperate than I thought. For all I know, he could have been with the Nurse all night!


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