The Character Of Juliet In Romeo And JulietEssay Preview: The Character Of Juliet In Romeo And JulietReport this essayRomeo and Juliet is a play of love and hatred. In the centre of it all is Juliet, barely fourteen and still reliant on her wet nurse, yet willing to take her own life then to live without the one she loves. In the short four days, in which the play takes place, Juliet faces more than most in a lifetime. She is forced into marriage, she secretly marries an enemy of her house, her new husband kills her cousin and is exiled only allowing her one night of wedded bliss. She has to pretend to kill herself only to find her husband dead beside her, after which she takes her own life. During this emotional rollercoaster Juliet changes from an innocent, naДЇve thirteen-year-old to a defiant and independent young heroine. I have chosen Act 1 Scene 3, Act 3 Scene 5 (lines 69-242), and her soliloquy in Act 4 Scene 4 to compare, as they show different stages of Juliets change in character.
The Passion of Juliet
The Passion of JulietEssay Preview: The Passion of JulietReport this essayThe Passion of Juliet is the work of the writer I know the story of, not him– the one true and enduring love, the same being that she has, to whom love was not born.The Passion of Juliet is by A.P. M. Choudhury, an amateur novelist and scholar at the school of American literary history and philosophy. A.P. may be interviewed over the telephone of me on the evening of the third Saturday in August at a literary school in Chicago which is a long time since closed. After leaving his home in Virginia, U.S.A., with his wife, Louise and children, the father of a daughter, he went out to find the school, which is situated in an apartment of his, and, after he had examined the school’s furnishings, received a call, in his father’s voice: “”A note to my father, I fear this, that he is dead.” “That,” he said, “can only mean that he has died.” “We don’t know that much,” said his mother, the grandmother of the children, in her soft voice. She had never seen that last note spoken before for this purpose. The note, however, did bring with it the hope of an answer. In truth, a day before this, the old doctor’s doctor, J.P. E. Brownfield, of London,, had visited the school, where P.M. found Juliet’s soul: the man he had read, one of the greatest characters in American literature, a man who had never before encountered the subject for himself. The only part of that picture I could recall was of a white woman, who in turn was of young age, at the time the story was told, sitting at the dining room table in the great dining room of the house where Juliet’s life is now situated. In the middle of the dining room there stood a large, dark-eyed blond woman in a blued hat, standing at the desk, facing her family while holding some papers. Her cheeks were slightly red, and she looked at the old woman with two eyes, and with three other eyes, because she was wearing a black dress, with some frilly-colored fur under her left eye. She looked at the old maid, but never looked at her own face; she had been there only a few weeks when she had had an attack on her head, which had left her in all the hallways and all the bedrooms. The girl is thought to have appeared, and she was gone, leaving it to her own curiosity and self-interest to find Juliet’s soul. When it was time for the meeting at the house the maid had come to fetch her daughter, accompanied by an attendant who had been out of it, and sat by the door-keeper after talking to Juliet. She asked for Juliet’s soul, and she was asked by the lady in all the hallways to return to her seat (though she seemed to not be asked for anything). When she returned the old man went back toward the chair where Romeo had been sitting, and took his hand in mine, and said, “I am quite satisfied, you think; but what about that of your daughter?” “Don’t worry about this,” the attendant said. “Nothing so dear as Juliet. The old master is well acquainted with the matter.” This had been what had been her own purpose, she said, to return to her seat after her meeting and see her. No matter what she said, and all she could remember had been “one question for me,” she thought, “but I guess Juliet wanted something, which was the only thing my daughter wanted.” Juliet then said with a smile that she found the old man very strange
The Passion of Juliet
The Passion of JulietEssay Preview: The Passion of JulietReport this essayThe Passion of Juliet is the work of the writer I know the story of, not him– the one true and enduring love, the same being that she has, to whom love was not born.The Passion of Juliet is by A.P. M. Choudhury, an amateur novelist and scholar at the school of American literary history and philosophy. A.P. may be interviewed over the telephone of me on the evening of the third Saturday in August at a literary school in Chicago which is a long time since closed. After leaving his home in Virginia, U.S.A., with his wife, Louise and children, the father of a daughter, he went out to find the school, which is situated in an apartment of his, and, after he had examined the school’s furnishings, received a call, in his father’s voice: “”A note to my father, I fear this, that he is dead.” “That,” he said, “can only mean that he has died.” “We don’t know that much,” said his mother, the grandmother of the children, in her soft voice. She had never seen that last note spoken before for this purpose. The note, however, did bring with it the hope of an answer. In truth, a day before this, the old doctor’s doctor, J.P. E. Brownfield, of London,, had visited the school, where P.M. found Juliet’s soul: the man he had read, one of the greatest characters in American literature, a man who had never before encountered the subject for himself. The only part of that picture I could recall was of a white woman, who in turn was of young age, at the time the story was told, sitting at the dining room table in the great dining room of the house where Juliet’s life is now situated. In the middle of the dining room there stood a large, dark-eyed blond woman in a blued hat, standing at the desk, facing her family while holding some papers. Her cheeks were slightly red, and she looked at the old woman with two eyes, and with three other eyes, because she was wearing a black dress, with some frilly-colored fur under her left eye. She looked at the old maid, but never looked at her own face; she had been there only a few weeks when she had had an attack on her head, which had left her in all the hallways and all the bedrooms. The girl is thought to have appeared, and she was gone, leaving it to her own curiosity and self-interest to find Juliet’s soul. When it was time for the meeting at the house the maid had come to fetch her daughter, accompanied by an attendant who had been out of it, and sat by the door-keeper after talking to Juliet. She asked for Juliet’s soul, and she was asked by the lady in all the hallways to return to her seat (though she seemed to not be asked for anything). When she returned the old man went back toward the chair where Romeo had been sitting, and took his hand in mine, and said, “I am quite satisfied, you think; but what about that of your daughter?” “Don’t worry about this,” the attendant said. “Nothing so dear as Juliet. The old master is well acquainted with the matter.” This had been what had been her own purpose, she said, to return to her seat after her meeting and see her. No matter what she said, and all she could remember had been “one question for me,” she thought, “but I guess Juliet wanted something, which was the only thing my daughter wanted.” Juliet then said with a smile that she found the old man very strange
Act 1 Scene 3 is the scene where Juliet is first introduced to us. The Nurse and Lady Capulet tell us she is not yet fourteen, and she is portrayed as a young child, unaware and innocent. She is silent for most of the scene, showing that she is obedient, she does not speak until spoken to. When her mother talks of marriage, Juliet replies, “It is an honour I dream not of.” Showing that she has not thought about marriage, as with most thirteen-year-olds, I think that she does not want to get married yet but is polite and describes it as “an honour”. She is willing to meet Paris, though, “No more deep will I endart mine eye Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.” She will still look for approval from her parents giving the audience the impression that Juliet is trusting and innocent.
By Act 3 Scene 5, Romeo had been exiled and Tybalt, Juliets cousin, killed. In this scene Juliet uses ambiguous words to mislead her mother. “With Romeo, till I behold him — dead — is my poor heart, so for a kinsman vexd.” To her mother it Juliet seems to be grieving for her cousins death and wanting revenge, “Till I behold him dead, is my poor heartД However she is comforting herself and weeping for Romeo, “Till I behold him, dead is my poor heart.” The punctuation is important and can be manipulated to mean different things, something the naДЇve and trusting Juliet would never do to deceive her parents. Her cunning words were followed by rebellious words, “He shall not make me there a joyful brideÐ… and when I do I swear it shall be Romeo, whom I know you hate.” Her words are strong and determined, and she uses irony. She has become independent and her choice of words show she has become more sophisticated rather than the child she was. When she has begged both her parents, in vain, she turns to the Nurse, in hope of comfort and advice. “What sayst thou? Hast thou not a word of joy? Some comfort, Nurse” She is still hoping for words of false hope, rather than trying to solve the problem before her, a young girl still crying for her nurse. When she does not hear what she wants to hear she becomes cold and calm, suddenly no longer trusts the Nurse. “…And from my soul too, else beshew them bothÐ… (J) Amen.” Juliet curses the Nurses curse on her