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Claire Westall
Claire had never realised just how emotionally draining this particular scene was. It seemed that Juliet was thrown from one turmoil to another. No sooner had Juliet made her farewells to Romeo, but she was catapulted into the shock news of a forthcoming wedding.
”Now by Saint Peter’s Church, and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride!
I wonder at this haste, that I must wed
Ere he that should be husband comes to woo. “
Claire found the words flowed as Juliet fought against the arrangement.
Lord Capulet when he entered was suitably aggressive and intimidatingly so.
”Not proud you have, but thankful that you have.
Proud can I never be of what I hate,
But thankful even for hate that is meant love. “
The words said carefully, yet provoking another storm from “her father”.
How, how, how, how, choplogic? What is this?
‘Proud’—and ‘I thank you’—and ‘I thank you not’—
And yet ‘not proud’? Mistress minion you,
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
But fettle your fine joints ‘gainst Thursday next
To go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you baggage!
You tallow-face!
The rage, the arguing seemed to flow between them.
”Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
Hear me with patience but to speak a word. “[/B]
Scripts laid aside, the paternal ranting continued, Claire reacting in character to the rage poured upon her and the threat to disown her.
Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!
I tell thee what—get thee to church a Thursday
Or never after look me in the face.
Speak not, reply not, do not answer me!
My fingers itch.
The dialogues now moving between Lord Capulet and the two characters attempting to calm him, but merely spearing him on to greater rage until he grabbed hold of Claire, all threat and venom.
Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.
Look to’t, think on’t; I do not use to jest.
Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:
An you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend;
An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,
For, by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee,
Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.
Trust to’t. Bethink you. I’ll not be forsworn.
Claire’s Is there no pity sitting in the clouds / That sees into the bottom of my grief? was desperate, yet poignant. Disowned by her father, then rejected by her mother, “Juliet” turned to the nurse, all emotion internalised at the advice given.
Faith, here it is.
Romeo is banish’d; and all the world to nothing
That he dares ne’er come back to challenge you;
....................
I think you are happy in this second match,
For it excels your first.
To Claire the losing of the nurse as confidante was a key turning point for Juliet.
Standing unsteadily, Claire took her time as if considering the offered advice.
Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
Her voice was tight with control, so different from her earlier interactions with the nurse.
”Go in; and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeas’d my father, to Laurence’ cell,
To make confession and to be absolv’d.”
Claire studiously avoided responding to the nurse’s response, the emotional distance demonstrated as she moved away to stand off-centre at the front of the stage, Juliet’s final words delivered with slowdeliberation. Her eyes locking with Glen’s as she did so:
"Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
Which she hath prais’d him with above compare
So many thousand times? Go, counsellor!
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
I’ll to the friar to know his remedy.
If all else fail, myself have power to die. “
She stood in silent resolution knowing that THIS was the moment that Juliet decided that death was the only alternative to being a true wife to Romeo.
Claire had never realised just how emotionally draining this particular scene was. It seemed that Juliet was thrown from one turmoil to another. No sooner had Juliet made her farewells to Romeo, but she was catapulted into the shock news of a forthcoming wedding.
”Now by Saint Peter’s Church, and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride!
I wonder at this haste, that I must wed
Ere he that should be husband comes to woo. “
Claire found the words flowed as Juliet fought against the arrangement.
Lord Capulet when he entered was suitably aggressive and intimidatingly so.
”Not proud you have, but thankful that you have.
Proud can I never be of what I hate,
But thankful even for hate that is meant love. “
The words said carefully, yet provoking another storm from “her father”.
How, how, how, how, choplogic? What is this?
‘Proud’—and ‘I thank you’—and ‘I thank you not’—
And yet ‘not proud’? Mistress minion you,
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
But fettle your fine joints ‘gainst Thursday next
To go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you baggage!
You tallow-face!
The rage, the arguing seemed to flow between them.
”Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
Hear me with patience but to speak a word. “[/B]
Scripts laid aside, the paternal ranting continued, Claire reacting in character to the rage poured upon her and the threat to disown her.
Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!
I tell thee what—get thee to church a Thursday
Or never after look me in the face.
Speak not, reply not, do not answer me!
My fingers itch.
The dialogues now moving between Lord Capulet and the two characters attempting to calm him, but merely spearing him on to greater rage until he grabbed hold of Claire, all threat and venom.
Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.
Look to’t, think on’t; I do not use to jest.
Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:
An you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend;
An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,
For, by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee,
Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.
Trust to’t. Bethink you. I’ll not be forsworn.
Claire’s Is there no pity sitting in the clouds / That sees into the bottom of my grief? was desperate, yet poignant. Disowned by her father, then rejected by her mother, “Juliet” turned to the nurse, all emotion internalised at the advice given.
Faith, here it is.
Romeo is banish’d; and all the world to nothing
That he dares ne’er come back to challenge you;
....................
I think you are happy in this second match,
For it excels your first.
To Claire the losing of the nurse as confidante was a key turning point for Juliet.
Standing unsteadily, Claire took her time as if considering the offered advice.
Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
Her voice was tight with control, so different from her earlier interactions with the nurse.
”Go in; and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeas’d my father, to Laurence’ cell,
To make confession and to be absolv’d.”
Claire studiously avoided responding to the nurse’s response, the emotional distance demonstrated as she moved away to stand off-centre at the front of the stage, Juliet’s final words delivered with slowdeliberation. Her eyes locking with Glen’s as she did so:
"Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
Which she hath prais’d him with above compare
So many thousand times? Go, counsellor!
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
I’ll to the friar to know his remedy.
If all else fail, myself have power to die. “
She stood in silent resolution knowing that THIS was the moment that Juliet decided that death was the only alternative to being a true wife to Romeo.
