On the subject of homework... (God forsaken homework...)
My first reaction to Paris in Act 4, Scene 1 -- Damn. He really is related to Mercutio.
'Cept well, Mercutio is so much more likable.
Geez, what is it with men and beautiful women?? I mean, sure, it's to benefit the plot (Plot? What plot? Pun egregiously and horribly intended), but Juliet's kinda like... a Mary Sue, now?
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ZOEMGEE. Shakespeare is a Mary Sue/Gary Stu writer. I'm going to die now.
P.S. OMIGOD I POSTED ON A SUNDAY. IT'S A MIRACLE!!!!
P.P.S.
Mercutio: O, Romeo. Thou speakest of love as if love is someodd more than sweeping maidens off their fee -- Thou screamst like a maid, Benvolio.
Benvolio: Dear, blame me not with thy hypocritic words.
Mercutio: Whatever dost thou -- EEP!
Benvolio: Again, hypocritic words. Now let me up, Mercutio.
Mercutio: Nay. Not before thou bestow upon I thy words of wisdom. Rather, thy single worded wisdom.
Benvolio: Thou wilst find that rise not to that jest, I. Nor wilt thou find the one thou seeks to torment with thine biting words.
Mercutio: Pardon? -- O dearest God, where hast that Romeo gone?
Benvolio: Perhaps I'll tell thee, if thou would do so kindly as to let me up...!
'Cept well, Mercutio is so much more likable.
Geez, what is it with men and beautiful women?? I mean, sure, it's to benefit the plot (Plot? What plot? Pun egregiously and horribly intended), but Juliet's kinda like... a Mary Sue, now?
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ZOEMGEE. Shakespeare is a Mary Sue/Gary Stu writer. I'm going to die now.
P.S. OMIGOD I POSTED ON A SUNDAY. IT'S A MIRACLE!!!!
P.P.S.
Mercutio: O, Romeo. Thou speakest of love as if love is someodd more than sweeping maidens off their fee -- Thou screamst like a maid, Benvolio.
Benvolio: Dear, blame me not with thy hypocritic words.
Mercutio: Whatever dost thou -- EEP!
Benvolio: Again, hypocritic words. Now let me up, Mercutio.
Mercutio: Nay. Not before thou bestow upon I thy words of wisdom. Rather, thy single worded wisdom.
Benvolio: Thou wilst find that rise not to that jest, I. Nor wilt thou find the one thou seeks to torment with thine biting words.
Mercutio: Pardon? -- O dearest God, where hast that Romeo gone?
Benvolio: Perhaps I'll tell thee, if thou would do so kindly as to let me up...!