Lord Capulet Blog 4, Act IV
My sweet, lovely daughter Juliet. She was such in grief about her fair cousin's death. I planned her wedding with Paris to cheer her up, but how dare she. How dare... She refuses my love and good will? My fury was unstoppable - I told thee to leave the household and die on streets. Poor Juliet, she hath a terrible father.
O, my sweet love. O, my sweet daughter... It is all because of me. Her death, so young. Now her heart stops its moves, her soul is up high with the stars and angles, but her beauty and sweetness still remains in my heart. I am a terrible, terrible father. O, Juliet. My dearest child, rest in peace. Lie beside thy cousin. Close thy beautiful eyes. O, daughter. Forgive my sin. Lighten the night sky beside the stars.
I am sorry Paris. I am sorry my lady... This is all because of me.