My father died yet six months past and now I have left my mother behind to go to the king's court. I may have wished Helena good luck and take care of my mother like I love Helena, but I do not love her. She is not of noble birth and is only a servant to me. I have met the king and I would be willing to do anything that he desires me to do because I am only the count's son. He does speak highly of my father as well, but the king looks like on the edge of death.
Journal Entry #2
I am supposed to stay in the king's court! The king says I am too young and it is too early that I should wait till next year, but I want to go and fight like the rest of the men. Yet I must do as the king orders, but Parolles is telling me to steal away and go with the rest of the men. He is my best friend and always has been, so I will go to fight with him. Then this fair lady Helena comes back into my life and wants to marry me. Me! Yeah she saved the king and all, but she is a servant and that is all. She would be bringing me down and now I have no choice but to marry her because otherwise the king will throw me out of his court. I will never lover her and I will send her to my mother with my hate. I will go to war and I will send her home, but she wants to be my obediant servant. I just told her to go home where I will never go until I die.
Journal Entry #3
I have spoken with the Duke and will now be one of the soldiers. Not only that, but I have written a cruel, yes, but true letter to Helena that if she gets the ring from my finger, that will never leave my possession, and had my child which I would never have with her then she can call me her husband. Now over here at war the soldiers want to show how much of a coward my best friend Parolles truly is, but I have known him all my life and he is one to trust by far! All they want him to do is fetch a drum the kidnap him and pretend they are the enemy. They want him to spill his guts if he is truly a coward. It is a lost cause I think to recover a lost drum. Pulling the story aways from Parolles I talk about this lass that I only talked to but once and I hope to speak to her again. I can't wait to see her.
Journal Entry #4
I have seen her again and I thought her name was Fontibell, but I was mistaken. Her name is Diana the name of a goddess and she is well worth that name. She told me that my duty was owed to my wife and not her, but I do not love my wife like I love Diana. Then she won't give herself to me unless I give her my ring. I give it to her even though it has been passed down by all my generations. Once she has it she agrees to a quiet and midnight passion between each other. I couldn't wait. I had wooed her. When it comes to my best friend Parolles I find the truth. The soldiers got him to squeal, but I only thought it a servant in that tent. No. It was Parolles who told all those secrets and he was a bloody coward not knowing he was being fooled, but none the less said everything. He is only a cat to me and is no friend of mine.
Journal Entry #5
My wife has died and yet I grieve for a wife that I did not love. Now I am to marry Lafeu's daughter. I give them a ring and they say that it was once on Helena's finger. She never saw it! Yet my mother, the king, and Lafeu saw it upon her finger. She never saw it! If she did see it then that would mean I would have been in bed with her, but I never was. Then they seize me and take me out and later take me back in. Not only is the king, my mother, and Lafeu in there, but Diana and her mother. She claims that we slept together and I lie saying that we only laughed together. She recognizes the ring on the king's finger and then they bring Parolles in the mess. Then Diana says that she never gave me the ring and it was never gave me the ring and it was not given to her. When she is about ot be taken to prison her mother is given the ring to be taken to someone. I see my dead wife with my ring and my letter. She reads it saying if she gets my ring and carries my child then she can call me her husband. She is pregnant and has my ring and I fall to my knees. Once all is forgiven I look into te eyes of the one that I now truly love.
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