Claudio Epilogue

Precious Juliet, It is finally our day of wed.

I have been to hell and back by Angelo’s hand.

Seen the dark dust of the unlighted path

But I do doth remember your shimmering eyes

Desiring me to stay.

Those around us hath been engaged

But without everlasting love like ours.

Thou will now have tales to tell our children

Of our treacherous Vienna.

From friars to dukes to lords to executioners

All with our feeble fate in their mighty hands.

I beseech thou to thank dearest Isabella

For placing my name back in esteem

Although she did but pick her soul

Over my moral life. So who is to thank?

Just luck or was it fate you say?

I bid you adieu until  our bachelor visages

Meet for one last time.