March
2007
Romeo and Juliet
(Upon the arrival of The Royal Shakespeare Company in Glasgow.)
ROMEO: But soft
Whit light through yonder windae breaks
It is the East and my Joolie
Be hoff smeeked Sick and Pale
Her vestal Livery an abomination
Tae the stars. It be the mead
An none but fools kin take it in
Sich measure. She speaks but Kens
For nothing, her ee’ discourses
It Iznae me she Cries but tae
The yoyo in the sky.
But soft she speaks…
JULIET:
Zat yoo ROMIOOO.
Zat yoo ROMIOOO
Where ist ma fuckin can?
ROMEO:
O speak again fair maid !
As Glorious tae this night a Kerri oot
From the fair and Blessed heavens
O Speak again and Kill the envious moon
My love my love Speak again…
And Yet… And yet…
I remember my Juliet lying there…
A maid so sweet beyond all care
That I did love her and love her there
For love was Young with Locks so fair
But now tiz is a story of such woe
This tragedy…
This Juliet…
This Romeo