
Dear Nurse,
Hark to me! I am sorry for not telling
thee about my plans.
Thou made me angry with what
thee was saying to me about Romeo and Paris. I will
fain tell you my plans now that my mind is made up.Well here are my plans now.
Ere my wedding with Paris I will drink a potion to make me look and feel dead. While I am taking the potion, Romeo will have received a letter about our plan. Then our family will have moved me into my grave. That night, Romeo will show up and open the grave to let the living me out. My love and I shall then run away. Nobody but the friar and Romeo and I will know. Now
thou knows so do not tell. If you tell nobody will believe you. They think I am dead. Also
thou will never be able to find us. As
thee can see, no matter what our love will keep us together. I hope thou can understand my choice. Goodbye my sweet sweet Nurse. Love Juliet
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