Act 1, Scene 3
Oh my goodness! What a whirlwind of a day! Who would have thought when I rose this morning that at the end of the day I would know whom I was to marry? My apologies, I'm sure that just dropped quite a bomb. This afternoon, my mother summoned me to speak of marriage! She told me that Paris was kin to the prince, and I know he would be an excellent suitor, but I'm still not sure. Actually, to be honest, I'm indifferent to the situation. I certainly don't love Paris, because I haven't even met him! But that doesn't mean I couldn't learn to love him. I wasn't about to discuss all of this with my mother, so I basically agreed. But that's not to say I'm not without my doubts. Nurse seemed to think that he lacked personality, not that her opinion matters much. My father thinks that I should not be married at such a young age, and I can't say I disagree. I'm only 13, but my mother was married at my age, so maybe my father is wrong. Honestly, I would have liked to at least lay eyes on Paris before I agreed to marry him, but what’s done is done.
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