Reshuffle of Twelfth Night, Romeo and Juliet and King Lear. Romeo’s sanity is in question.
It is somewhat dramatic (as Romeo is in it), but overall it is not much so. I’ve also cut out some of their lines within their speech to make it an easier read (and to hopefully make more sense out of the scene). I was thinking of adding more, maybe I will later.
Enter Clown, Romeo, Mercutio, Kent and Fool.
CLOWN: Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you?
ROMEO: Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
This is not Romeo, he’s some other where.
CLOWN: I prithee now, ungird thy strangeness.
MERCUTIO: Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.
Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.
CLOWN: Out, hyperbolical fiend! How vexest thou this man! Talkest thou nothing but of ladies?
ROMEO: Why, such is love’s transgression.
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;
Being vex’d a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
KENT: I cannot conceive you.
ROMEO: He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.
CLOWN: Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness
but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than
the Egyptians in their fog.
KENT: Trouble him not, his wits are gone.
FOOL: This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.