Dolly Willis A strain.. A fracture. A break. How one seemingly secret, seemingly harmless, seemingly "he'll never find out" act, can ruin a relationship forever. Loss of friends, loss of family, loss of her husband. This is the story of Dolly Willis. Romeo and Juliet As a tribute to one of the best playwrites in history, the great tragedy, Romeo and Juliet has been featured as a great addition to the sad story of Dolly Willis.
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Dolly Willis was thinking about Kevin again. Kevin was an optimistic brute with charming legs and curly, brown hair.
Dolly walked over to the window and reflected on her farmland surroundings. She had always loved rural Mossy Rock with its testy, tan trees. But now it was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sad, after what she did.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the optimistic figure of Kevin Willis.
Dolly gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a brave, sweet, port drinker with nice legs and silky, blonde hair. Her friends, rather her ex-friends, saw her as curvy and crowded, but now mostly as a cheater.
No one, not even a Navy S.E.A.L., could be prepared for the wrath she knew she was about to face.
The rain hammered on the rooftop like rampaging dogs, making Dolly anxious. Dolly grabbed a wine bottle that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Dolly stepped outside and Kevin came closer, she could see the ugliest look on his face. A face full of sadness, with a mind full of sorrow and devastation.
Kevin glared with all the wrath of a hundred hawks. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you. Every part of me wants to rip the throat from your neck. That image. You, in our house. In our bed. It floods my mind every second of every day. “I want a divorce. And after that, I don’t ever want to see you again.”
Dolly looked back, even more anxious, and still fingering the wine bottle. "Kevin, I still love you," she replied.They looked at each other; one with hatred, one with great sorrow.
Dolly studied Kevin's charming legs and solid hair. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Dolly in apologetic tones, "I’m sorry for what I did. Please, just give me another chance.”
Kevin looked concerned, his emotions raw like a kind hearted, knotty knife.
Dolly could actually hear his emotions shatter into a thousand pieces. After a moment of searching within each others eyes, Kevin turned his back and began the long walk back to the hotel.
Dolly dropped the bottle, hearing it shatter on the wet rocks. Not even a glass of Dolly’s favorite port, would calm her nerves tonight.
Act 1, Scene 1
The play opens with a servant for the Capulet family engaged in a sword fight with a servant for the Montague family. Benvolio, a Montague, enters and tries to break up the fight.
Part, fools! Put up your swords. You know not what you do.
Tybalt, a Capulet, enters, drawing his sword.
Turn thee, Benvolio; look upon thy death.
I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword.
What, drawn and talk of peace? As I hate all Montagues, have at thee, coward!
Capulet, Montague and The Prince of Verona enter.
If ever you disturb our streets again, your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. All the rest depart away. You, Capulet, shall go along with me, and, Montague, come you this afternoon.
All but Montague, Lady Montague and Benvolio exit.
Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
The fiery Tybalt with his sword prepared swung about his head and cut the winds who hissed him in scorn. While we were interchanging thrusts and blows the Prince came.
O, where is Romeo? Saw you him today? Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
Benvolio to Lady Montague
Madam, I have seen Romeo today.
I saw your son as I did wend my way
Underneath the grove of sycamore to
The city’s west when a troubled mind led
Me to walk amidst the fresh morning’s dew
An hour before the sun peered through. There fled
He, ‘ware of me, into the wood, and I
Measuring his strange affections by my
Own, being too many by my weary
Self, gladly shunned who gladly fled from me.
Here he comes. I’ll know his grievance or be
Much denied. What is the sadness I see
In your heart’s oppression? Ay, you’re out of
Her favor, cousin, where you are in love!
Montague and Lady Montague exit.
Ay me, sad hours seem long.
Alas that love, so gentle in his view, should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love. This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Dost thou not laugh?
No, coz, I rather weep.
Good heart, at what?
At thy good heart’s oppression.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes; being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.
Tell me in sadness, who is that you love?
A sick man in sadness makes his will. In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. O, she is rich in beauty, only poor that, when she dies, with beauty dies her store.
Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
She hath. She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow do I live dead.
Forget to think of her.
O, teach me how I should forget to think!
Examine other beauties.
He that is stricken blind cannot forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost. Farewell. Thou canst not teach me to forget.
I’ll pay that doctrine or else die in debt.
Act 1, Scene 2
Capulet, County Paris and one of Capulet’s servingmen are on stage
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