O, dear Lord! O, Romeo! Romeo is so amazing. We consummated our marriage at last, now we are lawfully husband and wife. But with such happiness also comes sorrow. He left for Mantua tonight for has Prince Escalus banished him. He will stay at this neighboring town until things come down here in Verona. However, I just discovered that I am to marry County Paris this Thursday. O, my Lord, please help me. I would rather die and lie next to Tybalt than marry that man, for I only have eyes for my Romeo. O, Romeo, Romeo, how I miss you my love! I have to go to Friar Laurence's cell to ask for guidance in this time of my life. He is the only person I can count in, because Nurse has really disappointed me. When at Friar's cell he gave me a potion that will make me appear as though I was death. It will slow down my pulse and breathing, as it will also drain all the blood from my face, making me pale. I have to take it Wednesday night in order for our plan to work. But o God, my plan has work against me. My father has moved the wedding to tomorrow, Wednesday. I must drink the potion tonight. O, please work potion. Romeo, I drink to thee.
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