First draft of script

ACT IV

SCENE I. Friar Laurence's cell.

For Friar Lawrence 

He would dress in dark color, like dark brown or dark red to show his personality. And also he needs to wear a cross in order to let the audience first understand his role in the show.  Also he needs to prepare a drink ( like Powerade)and places it in a tube as the poison. He does not need to wear fashion, just let the audience understand his role. 

For for Juliet’s costume, I think she could wear in white because when she uses weapon to threat Friar Lawrence, audience could find the contradict between a girl and a knife. It is very interesting because at that time period men dominated the power, so if we show a scene that girl uses power to threat a man, it must be interesting. So for Juliet’s costume I think she could wear any bright color, just do not wear the same color costume as Friar Lawrence. 

And in our show, we do not need much space, because its a private talk between Juliet and Friar Lawrence, it is easy for the setting part. And we will play our show starting on SL, as a fake door, when Juliet goes into the church, we will move near to the center. We will arrange a table and a chair in center in order to show the last scene for audience. We do not have much movements in the show, but we will focus more on the interactions during the conversation.  

I just added some details in my role, for Juliet’s part I think I need to talk more with Sam. 

JULIET

Are you at leisure, holy father, now;

Or shall I come to you at evening mass?

(I stand in front of the door) 

FRIAR LAURENCE 

My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. 

Juliet came in. 

(After I act I close the door, Juliet will be so sad and desperate.)

JULIET

O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,

Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!

(In this part, I could add some actions in it, and I will accent some important words. ) 

FRIAR LAURENCE

Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;

It strains me past the compass of my wits:

I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,

On Thursday next be married to this county.

JULIET

Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,

Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:

If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,

Do thou but call my resolution wise,

And with this knife I'll help it presently.

God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;

And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,

Shall be the label to another deed,

Or my true heart with treacherous revolt

Turn to another, this shall slay them both:

Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time,

Give me some present counsel, or, behold,

'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife

Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that

Which the commission of thy years and art

Could to no issue of true honour bring.

Be not so long to speak; I long to die,

If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.

( Friar Lawrence would change the tone from average to low voice, and maybe a little serious but also very attractive because Friar Lawrence knew it is a good chance to solve this problem and then he wished he could use his power as alchemist to do something. )

FRIAR LAURENCE 

Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope,

Which craves as desperate an execution.

As that is desperate which we would prevent.

If, rather than to marry County Paris,

Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,

Then is it likely thou wilt undertake

A thing like death to chide away this shame,

That copest with death himself to scape from it:

And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.

JULIET

O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,

From off the battlements of yonder tower;

Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk

Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;

Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,

O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,

With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;

Or bid me go into a new-made grave

And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;

Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;

And I will do it without fear or doubt,

To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.

( At this time. because Friar Lawrence gave the vial to Juliet, so I will act that I am very caring about the situation and ask Juliet about many things she needs to prepare before she drinks the vial, because if her parents found out I (Friar Lawrence) persuades Juliet to drink the vial, I wouldn't be a friar anymore. So I must show my stress. )

FRIAR LAURENCE

Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent

To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow:

To-morrow night look that thou lie alone;

Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:

Take thou this vial, being then in bed,

And this distilled liquor drink thou off;

When presently through all thy veins shall run

A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse

Shall keep his native progress, but surcease:

No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;

The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade

To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall,

Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;

Each part, deprived of supple government,

Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:

And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death

Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,

And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.

Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes

To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:

Then, as the manner of our country is,

In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier

Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault

Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.

In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,

Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,

And hither shall he come: and he and I

Will watch thy waking, and that very night

Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.

And this shall free thee from this present shame;

If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,

Abate thy valour in the acting it.

JULIET

Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!

(Also shows very careful mind.)

FRIAR LAURENCE

Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous

In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed

To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.

JULIET

Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.

Farewell, dear father!

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,

That almost freezes up the heat of life:

I needs must act alone. Come, vial.

What if this mixture do not work at all?

Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?

No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there.

What if it be a poison, which the friar

Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,

Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,

Because he married me before to Romeo?

I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,

For he hath still been tried a holy man.

How if, when I am laid into the tomb,

I wake before the time that Romeo

Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!

Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vault,

To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,

And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?

Or, if I live, is it not very like,

The horrible conceit of death and night,

Together with the terror of the place,

O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,

Environed with all these hideous fears?

Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

I will play Friar Lawerence and Sam will play Juliet.