Romeo and Juliet Alternate Ending

Act IV  Scene 1

[Enter Capulet and Friar Lawrence]

Friar Lawrence: Tis quite early in the morning, what troubles thee?

Capulet: The child. She hath not stopped weeping since her cousin's untimely death. I fear she will be unfit for a bride. Those who wallow in tears, have little luck in husbands.

Friar Lawrence: Tis a tragic thing, to be exposed to the cold clutches of death, while at such a tender age. The lady’s agony is justified, expected, while lasting longer than maybe that for you. 

Capulet: By God I’m not dismissing her right of grief. All I plead is that the maiden handles her feelings in grace. She seems to have wept out her last shred of dignity.

Friar Lawrence: You confuseth my Lord. I hold not the ability to drain tears, nor the gift of rising dead loves. Do you request a held prayer? An antidote? Do you fear she has gone ail? 

Capulet: If putting flight to suitors is a disease, then best believe she holds in possession a lethal case. 

In a fortnight the bliss of fourteen years will be that of her asset. Many of her age have been made happy mothers. 

Friar Lawrence: Topics such as these best be held in the company of kin.

I beg you a good day my lord, and a fast recovery to the maiden.

[Friar Lawrence Exits]

Scene 2

[Enter Juliet and Nurse]

Juliet: Nurse! Nurse! Oh my dear matron! What shall become of me without my Romeo? 

What is a serene rose without the glowing sun? Capturing its warmth, living all because of it!

What would become of the oceans, ever the inconsistent without the moon to guide them. Pushing and pulling, but never abandoning.

How would the sailor make his way home without the stars? An explorer without a map thy would be. Destined to hopelessly look for home forevermore. 

Nurse: Hark child! Thee will be reunited with thy husband once more. A letter, ink still glistening jet, with a stamp of crimson freshly pressed. Thy Romeo resides in fair Manchua. Banishment taking hold on his joyous youth.

Juliet: Solace be mine! Thy colloquy parches a thirst me hast not known I held. My Romeo! My dear husband! Long doeth I to returneth to thy embrace. Thy true embrace! 

A river of welfare that long possessed a tortuous drought!

Nurse: Husheth child! pray thy father doesn't discern us! Thy romeo begs thou coincide him!  at the orchard, in the course of the twenty second hour! 

Juliet: Then hie i must. I wilt pack a satchel and art off before the sun lowers its blinding gaze. Fare thee well fair verona! These high walls shall always hold a placeth of gaiety!

[Exit Juliet]

Scene 3

[Enter Capulet and Paris]

Capulet: I taketh great comfort in thy offering good lord. Withal all that has occurred in a mere epoch, I feared mine young Juliet was despaired of a reputable husband.

Paris: A fair maiden such as thy daughter, well bred and brought up liketh a lady, thou shouldst not art surprised of such a propose, especially at her ripened age.

Capulet: Thy praise heightens mine mood. An honor it would art for thou to taketh mine lady as thy own. A celebration much necessitated after such lamentation and anguish. 

Paris: So i taketh it that thou accept?

Capulet: Only a fool would repudiate such gracious advances. A wedding shall art planned! The presenteth sun rises for tuesday. So the solar of thou wedding shall rise on thursday! thursday? Another day of weeping might bring an early death to thy young bride. I shall hast everything prepared for wednesday! the sun that sets tonight shall rise morrow for thy happy day!

Paris: A day i looketh forward to withal great indebtedness.

[Exit Paris and Capulet]

Act V Scene 1

[Enter Romeo]

Romeo: Toxic disconcertment consumes mine entirety. Shall i receive tidings of mine fair juliet's injury, an injury sustained from travel, travels i sent for her to taketh. Forgiveness would art unattainable. Perhaps I should've written for an earlier hour. One where the scintillating sun could continue to smile upon us. 

[Romeo climbs Yew Tree]

Romeo: Upstanding tree! Aeonin and ceaseless! trunk twisting almost malicious, withal humble branches bowing celadon and callous frond! hear mine cry noble tree, let thy eternal life bring mine Juliet to me!

[Enter Juliet into the yew orchard]

Juliet: Romeo! Mine sweet romeo! Pray I cross the threshold of thy orchard!

Romeo: Thank the perceptive god! for I can now once again regard thy hypnotizing eyes. Mine juliet! mine fair ardent wife! mine arms ache for thy embrace!

[Romeo climbs down Yew Tree]

Juliet: Allow me to art inquisitive? how has thou faired banishment so upright? one would think thou had stolen aroint for sojourn! Yet i am forever grateful for thy smile, the tiring journey has been all worth, e'en an i were to only seeth it for this night.

Romeo: To have the privilege of hearing such appellation! One could not observe he has been banished, when such oasis looks before me.

Scene 2 

[Enter Capulet into Juliet’s room]

Capulet: Juliet! mine lady! rise now for a suitor has presented himself, noble and respected! a miracle, alas thou shalt art made a blissful bride!

[Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse]

Lady Capulet: Dear lord, what has transpired? What calls for Juliet at such an hour?

Capulet: High-born Paris has paid us a visit. One that he inquired of Juliet's uneligibleness. A husband he desires to art of our young daughter! nurse! fetch the cook! we must hast all the food prepared for morrow! a day of great joy this shall art!

Nurse: A proposal? During Juliet's utmost mourning? a well brought up gentleman would know better than to ask for the hand of a sorrower.

Capulet: Silence! Thou shall hold thy tongue in the presence of thy lord! To speak ill of mine son is a misdeem of high offensive! Doeth as I told thou and fetch our cook!

Nurse: Aye lord. Right aroint lord.

[Exit Nurse]

Lady Capulet: So has it been true that noble Paris desires Juliet as his bride?

Capulet: Aye, mine lady, our girl has fared well in mine eyes, an upbringing such as hers shall make for a much respectable wife. 

[Capulet calls for Juliet once more]

Capulet: Juliet! 

Lady Capulet: Perhaps she has fallen asleep? unremitting tears leaves one sapped and fatigued. Shall we inform her of the tidings by morning?

Capulet: Thither is much to doeth and she must art presenteth for such preparations.

[Capulet barges into Juliet’s room]

Capulet: Alas, alas! mine lady juliet! help, help! mine lady has disappeared!

[Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse]

Lady Capulet: Mine child! Alack,O me, woe is me! Call help, call help!

Capulet: where has mine Juliet gone? For whom has taken mine juliet?

[Enter Stable Boy] 

Stable Boy: Mine lord! I hast seen thy daughter! She took the horse and started off towards the east!

Capulet: Hast mine horse saddled! I wilt hie off and returneth withal our Julie!

[Exit Capulet and Stable Boy]

Scene 3

[Enter Juliet and Romeo]

Juliet: Looketh! the sky has cleared, thou can witness Lyra!

Romeo: How can one admire the stars, when such greater beauty lies right before me?

Juliet: These stars are that of stories. Fables over a millenia reside between vast oceans of tar. Beauty is not worthy to art compared when Vega shines brighter than billions. 

Romeo: Doth thy taketh pleasure in said fables?

Juliet: Most ardently, to wonder if such heart heavy recitals verily existed is such an exciting idiosyncrasy to lose thyself in. To think such a woman as Eurydice lived on these same hills! how marvelous of a thought!

Romeo: How can one covet Eurydice, when they've found their juliet? Their love?

Juliet: Tis a tragic thing, to find one's love…

Romeo: Hark! A serpent! Coiling within brush, it moves forth!

[Serpent bites Juliet, Juliet falls]

Romeo: Mine lady, mine love! to hell withal this sickly beast!

[Serpent moves away and Romeo runs towards Juliet] 

Romeo: Juliet, I pray of thou speak! let me feel thy warm life, indulge in thy smile! Plague thy stars, for they hast taken mine soul!

[Enter Capulet and guards]

Capulet: Vermin montague, what hast thou done to mine lady. Thou dulled her eyes and stolen her breath! mine lady is dead, and thou life shall art the cost!

Romeo: Hast mine life an thou would, for how should i live myself when i hast not mine love's and i am to blame?

Capulet: Nay! Quick end would art a mercy to such an illicit! hell wilt hast it's share of thou anon enough, but as long as thou uses mine lady's thieved breath, in prison thou shall rot!

Romeo: Tis a tragic thing, to find one's love, As i am Orpheus, mine Juliet has been mine Eurydice.

Chorus: Though their story may not hast been quite as long, it was still the best one they knew…

                                 The End