Mine only friend--
Today would'st hath been
a day to rejoice.
For Romeo was to come, and bid my morrow.
But alas, Romeo hath spilt
the blood of a Capulet
and mine own cousin, Tybalt.
Nurse has told me of Romeo's banishment.
Oh, marry, friend.
She was releived at my grievance.
What doth she mean
by her jovial state?
I know if thou could'st utter
but a single word,
or make the smallest sound,
thou would'st weep with me
for my loss.
I write to thee
in hopes of an answer to my woes.
Ye are my last of true friends.
Godden, True One
