Dearest of mine friends,
I have but lately taken leave
Of my new found love.
Ah, Romeo, would'st that thou
were now by my side.
'Afore this night, dear friend,
you were the only one to share
mine own counsel.
But Romeo, this blessed night,
did eavesdrop upon my most
secret thoughts.
I fear for him.
I know not what to do.
If thou could'st but speak,
mayhap you could soothe
the strife within my breast,
wherein my heart doth mutiny
'gainst my brain.
If I betray my name,
I would'st know no deeper shame.
Prithee, save my belove'd Romeo
whose love doth conspire
to bring him down quickly.
And I could know no greater sorrow
than to witness his love
made his own death.
Gi-godden, good friend.
