Entry Four

     As you’ve probably heard by now, Juliet is dead. I feel terrible. In these past few hours, I’ve been thinking about things I could’ve done better as a parent. I find myself going back to her childhood, when more of an effort could have been made on my part. Especially when she used to ask me to play those silly, childish games with her and I told her I was too busy. You mustn’t think of me as a bad parent, it’s just that we had already hired a person to take care of all the “mommy” business.

     All I remember was that Capulet and I went into Juliet’s room to convince her to marry Paris and things didn’t go so well. It would have been wise to wait until Juliet stopped grieving for Tybalt, but it was time we didn’t have. Capulet became mad and annoyed and said he would disown her if she didn’t marry Paris. When she turned to me for help, I said I agreed with Capulet. Then this morning, she went off to Friar Lawrence’s cell to go confess and then all of a sudden she's dead. Did she do this to herself? Maybe this could have been prevented if we didn’t pressure her so much to get married or if I had defended her when my husband vowed to disown her. It’s not so much that my husband wanted her to marry Paris, but rather that it would take too long to keep searching for a man that Juliet liked and at the same time seemed worthy of our approval. She said she would rather marry Romeo than Paris! Isn’t that outrageous? I distinctly remember her saying “Indeed I never shall be satisfied with Romeo till I behold him – dead.” In honor of her, I will speak to my husband and try to grant her this last wish. 

Entry Three

Note: The capitalization decree has been pardoned for this entry.

Have you heard? Tybalt is dead! My nephew… my sweet, sweet nephew. I remember him when he was a child, frolicking around our house and playing with Juliet. Lord Capulet and I used to joke that if Juliet never found anyone to marry, we would arrange a marriage for her and Tybalt. He always stood up for her, even when he knew she was wrong. 

What angers me is that the person who killed Tybalt is, unsurprisingly, a Montague! And what was the punishment, you might ask? A banishment. A mere banishment. You know, I’m starting to think that the Prince is secretly a Montague… always favoring them and giving them lenient punishments. Certainly, if a Capulet killed a Montague, the punishment would easily be death.  And yes, I am well aware that Tybalt did kill that commoner, Mercutio. And what happened to Tybalt? He died! Honestly, who could blame him for killing that Montague trash? Call me hypocritical, but that boy deserved to die. The latest gossip is that Mercutio was provoking the fight in the first place.

Now how do I break this news to Juliet? Surely, it will break her heart. Should I even tell her? If I tell her, she won’t come out of her room for days. Then how are we supposed to discuss the marriage? But if I don’t tell her, she will hear it from someone else and be mad at me. Oh, I know! I’ll send the nurse to tell her. Problem solved. 

Entry Two

Is it just me or has Juliet been acting rather strange lately? She has been smiling uncontrollably ever since the party ended. Could it be that Paris finally got through to her?

                After the party, I saw Juliet talking to herself on the balcony just outside of her bedroom. Sadly, she was too far for me to hear what she was saying. Then the strangest thing happened. It appeared as if she was talking to the bushes underneath her balcony. I could see her stop talking, wait for whatever was down there to respond, and then answer. What drives a teenage girl to do that these days is beyond me. I bet Paris snuck out of home in the middle of the night just to talk to her. Wouldn’t that be so romantic? Oh, this is so exciting! It seems like something straight out of a Shakespeare play! But anyway, back to my story.

I noticed the nurse’s absence at around 9 a.m. the following morning, when she wasn’t there to change my sheets. Then, when I went outside to look for her, I saw her talking to a young man dressed in garish clothing. I went to my room to make myself presentable, but by the time I got back, he was gone. Instead, I found the nurse talking to a frustrated Juliet. I was on my way to go ask what had happened, when my husband comes to me and asks who should be invited to Juliet’s wedding. After I tell him that he should ask me some other time, Juliet is gone. Ever since then, I haven’t stopped looking for her. Have you seen her? Lord Capulet and I are willing to offer 200 shillings to someone who can tell us of Juliet's location. 

Entry One

   Today was a wasted day. I could have gotten rid of that nurse for going on and on about how she thinks she knows more about my daughter than I do. Now that I'm reflecting on it, I think the main reason why I didn't immediately fire her was because of who I am. What would others think if they heard Lady Capulet did something so cruel? With power comes burden, after all. But really, if I’ve done something to anger her and ruin her perception of me, she should at least show some class while expressing those feelings... instead of disguising it in lengthy metaphors I don’t have the time to hear.
  
    So today, my husband and I discussed how to approach Juliet with the subject of her marriage. He decided he would talk to Paris and tell him to "woo her." I can only imagine how well that went. My husband... he gets these ideas in his head and is just so stubborn— but I'm not going to bore you with my marriage problems. Anyway, I decided to take a direct approach and talk to Juliet today. It seemed like getting married was the last thing on her mind. Luckily, with some help from the nurse, we convinced her to try and accept Paris' love. And if she can't bring herself to love him, then who knows? Maybe she'll meet someone at the party we're hosting tonight. 

    Well, I've got to get dressed and powder my nose. Wish me luck!