Julia's monologue

rejihoxa's version from 2015-09-13 02:02


O hateful hands to tear such loving words! Injurious wasps to feed on such sweet honey. And kill the bees that yeid it with your stings! I'll kiss each several paper for amends. Look, here is writ 'Kind Juila'. Unkind juila! As revenge of thy in gratitude, I throw thy name against the bruising stones, Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain. And here is writ 'love-wounded Proteus'. Poor wounded name! My bosom as a bed shall lodge thee til thy name be throughly heal'd. And thus I search with sovereign kiss. Be calm good wind blow not a word away til I have found every letter in the letter. Except thy own name that some whirlwind bear unto a ragged fearful hanging rock and throw it thence to into the raging sea! Lo here in one line is his name twice writ. 'Poor forlorn Proteus, Passionate Proteus' to the sweet Juila. That I will tear away and yet I will not sith so prettily he couples it with his complaining names. Thus I will fold them one on another. Now kiss embrace contend do what you will.