A queen may be no match to her king, but I am anything but a queen, and I certainly am a match to Benedick, who is clearly no king. Benedick will do my bidding, just as I asked. He is no fool. Should he know what is good for him, he will do what I have asked. No, Benedick is good- I believe that he is trustworthy… Perhaps. Experience suggests otherwise; for I have been incorrect with my assumptions about him before, and yet there is something different this time. He is a changing man; there is something to be said about a man who is unafraid to embrace change. It is truly quite marvellous: a sight to behold indeed. Perhaps it is because we are older, we are wiser now.
(Sit elegantly upon nearby stool)
He’s broken my heart once before. Now I am unsure, now I am afraid of what we may be. We were so young and beautiful, we were so naive and stupid.
(Chuckle softly)
We were Summer’s children, fresh faced and freshly illusioned of maturity, falling so hopelessly into love. We intertwined so devastatingly. Like two stars, we orbited each other, so impossibly close. At his lightest touch, I blossomed like a flower. When he looked at me, the incarnation was complete: we loved each other. The world was right, and everything was lovely. Love was the beginning and the end of everything that was ever worth living for. Coincidently, we were very much like Claudio and Hero; we were so sweet on each other, so carefree and utterly transfixed. We were to be wed in the Spring. But Winter- the cruel mistress- showed her miserable, decrepit face and killed the wine-sweet love of Summer. All the bright, beautiful things fade so fast. He left me. He left us, he rejected me. Choosing to leave me here in Messina, alone and heartbroken, in order to fight. For a while, we wrote; exchanging light-hearted teases and undying declarations of adoration. But they stopped coming, and so did the sweet breathlessness that came from the thought of him. (Stand up and lean forward, toward the audience. Shout with a voice brimming with hurt) I thought he was dead! I didn’t know what to do with myself; I was hysterical! (Clutch heart and fall onto knees) He completely shattered my heart and scattered it on the wind. I failed to hear from him until he returned once again, but three years ago, re-opening wounds I had so meticulously stitched together with the threads of indifference. We barely spoke, our once loving teases were replaced with silence, our conversations turned to dust. It was not until the final few days of that visit that we dared speak again. I was afraid and he was unsure, we were both far too out of our realm of knowledge. We slowly returned to a jovial conversation of sorts; beginning a “merry war of wits” out of spite, out of fear. (Slump onto ground, bang fists against floor) I simply cannot do that again with him! It is too painful! Oh, I still love him; I truly do. The walls I built, I built out of fear, out of uncertainty. Benedick is the only person I have known to match me in every aspect of myself that I love- he is my equal. He inspires a passion within me that simply cannot be contained. For him, I may tame my wild heart, and I shall re-learn to swallow my maiden pride. (Stand up) Believe me, I have …show more content…
I love Benedick with my whole heart, there is none left of it to protest. If Benedick feels the same way, then surely, surely, we can make a relationship last. He is sincere, I know it. He has aged, summers have passed, and he is wiser now. As am I. Seasons change, leaves wither and die in the cruel grasp of Winter’s slender claws; only to be reborn when spring beams her glorious smile. Perhaps our winter is beginning to end, as our ice-encased hearts begin to finally thaw. We will never be the same, too much has changed; we can never return to the naive love we once shared. No-one is ever the same after any event, we will never be the same person twice, and to think otherwise would be foolish. All I can do is accept that Benedick and I have changed, and whilst we cannot return to what we were, we can look what the future holds, and hope that it will be
(Sit elegantly upon nearby stool)
He’s broken my heart once before. Now I am unsure, now I am afraid of what we may be. We were so young and beautiful, we were so naive and stupid.
(Chuckle softly)
We were Summer’s children, fresh faced and freshly illusioned of maturity, falling so hopelessly into love. We intertwined so devastatingly. Like two stars, we orbited each other, so impossibly close. At his lightest touch, I blossomed like a flower. When he looked at me, the incarnation was complete: we loved each other. The world was right, and everything was lovely. Love was the beginning and the end of everything that was ever worth living for. Coincidently, we were very much like Claudio and Hero; we were so sweet on each other, so carefree and utterly transfixed. We were to be wed in the Spring. But Winter- the cruel mistress- showed her miserable, decrepit face and killed the wine-sweet love of Summer. All the bright, beautiful things fade so fast. He left me. He left us, he rejected me. Choosing to leave me here in Messina, alone and heartbroken, in order to fight. For a while, we wrote; exchanging light-hearted teases and undying declarations of adoration. But they stopped coming, and so did the sweet breathlessness that came from the thought of him. (Stand up and lean forward, toward the audience. Shout with a voice brimming with hurt) I thought he was dead! I didn’t know what to do with myself; I was hysterical! (Clutch heart and fall onto knees) He completely shattered my heart and scattered it on the wind. I failed to hear from him until he returned once again, but three years ago, re-opening wounds I had so meticulously stitched together with the threads of indifference. We barely spoke, our once loving teases were replaced with silence, our conversations turned to dust. It was not until the final few days of that visit that we dared speak again. I was afraid and he was unsure, we were both far too out of our realm of knowledge. We slowly returned to a jovial conversation of sorts; beginning a “merry war of wits” out of spite, out of fear. (Slump onto ground, bang fists against floor) I simply cannot do that again with him! It is too painful! Oh, I still love him; I truly do. The walls I built, I built out of fear, out of uncertainty. Benedick is the only person I have known to match me in every aspect of myself that I love- he is my equal. He inspires a passion within me that simply cannot be contained. For him, I may tame my wild heart, and I shall re-learn to swallow my maiden pride. (Stand up) Believe me, I have …show more content…
I love Benedick with my whole heart, there is none left of it to protest. If Benedick feels the same way, then surely, surely, we can make a relationship last. He is sincere, I know it. He has aged, summers have passed, and he is wiser now. As am I. Seasons change, leaves wither and die in the cruel grasp of Winter’s slender claws; only to be reborn when spring beams her glorious smile. Perhaps our winter is beginning to end, as our ice-encased hearts begin to finally thaw. We will never be the same, too much has changed; we can never return to the naive love we once shared. No-one is ever the same after any event, we will never be the same person twice, and to think otherwise would be foolish. All I can do is accept that Benedick and I have changed, and whilst we cannot return to what we were, we can look what the future holds, and hope that it will be