Erkens1Jake ErkensMrs. MorrowIGCSE EnglishSeptember 22, 2009
Entry: End of Act 1
Oh, I thought she purged the air of pestilence; that instant I was turned into a victim of my own desires, like fell and cruel hounds pursuing me, right on my heel. Olivia, that beautifulscarlet rose, how can she mourn over her brother’s body for so long and deny any love, even if perfect love were offered to her? Is it really worth loving her if she will not repay love with love?Will time be a barrier, unbreakable? My mind is so full of questions, seeking for answers,yearning for but only the positive answers. Surely I must think of nothing else but to be acceptedin her court as her man. And I wish that some day her beauty will fall in my hands and that she,that face will find me irresistible. This burden which Olivia carries weighs much and to carry itmust cause a lot of aching in the back. As a result of that, I feel obligated to let her be, for awhile that is.For three days have I only known Cesario, yet I feel like he is capable of contemplatingmy thoughts and emotions about Olivia. Only a few hours have Cesario and I spent talking toeach other, but those times that Cesario and I spent together, were times of deep thinking and passionate speaking; our conversations, only of her. His replies brighten my day like the sun breaks darkness during dawn. I asked him why Olivia denies my love to continue living indarkness, and how come Olivia does not long for me in the same way I long for her. Then I knewit! I decided to send my good and trustworthy servant to go pay her a visit. His youth shallhopefully get her attention. I pray Cesario may be fruitful in courting her on my behalf.Hopefully, when Cesario returns, he will bring me news that will forever be cherished inmy heart, and if not, my heart will be shattered into hundreds of pieces. If it occurs and my heartsinks under the waves tears will fall like when it rains. However, I will not stop pursuing Olivia,even if it hurts more. Truly the key to success is not to give up or give in but to fight through thestorm for it takes perseverance. But if he brings me excellent news, then my heart would soar above and my feet will fly off the ground!
Entry: Act II, Scene 4
Feste a usually brightened fool came to me today and sang such a depressing song. Iwonder if he is in pain. His words go: “come death, come fast and put my body in a coffin. I feelmy breath leaving me. I’m the most faithful lover who ever lived and died. Yet she does not evencare.” Oh what a miserable song! Wait, what if he sang about me, for I am a faithful lover? Yet