King Lear- Act V, Scene iii
(inside of prison cell)
CORDELIA: Father, all you alright? LEAR: Why, of course! I truly am sorry that I disowned you as my daughter. Thou face is more lov'ly than Beauty herself. CORDELIA: Though I tried to warn you over Regan and Goneril's evil nature, I forgive you. You didn't know.. LEAR: They truly had wool over mine eyes. CORDELIA: But you have me now. -ENTER EDMUND- EDMUND: Silence! Or I will cut your eyes out just like they did my father! CORDELIA: I'm sorry Edmund, I just wanted to make sure my father is okay. LEAR: NO. Edmund, it was my fault. EDMUND: Aw, what a happy little family. You weren't on her side when you banished her away! LEAR: I know, and I'm sorry. I told her that already. EDMUND: Shut up! didn't I tell you to be quiet already. CORDELIA: (aside to Lear) Shh, Father, you musn't argue with him. -GUARD CALLS EDMUND, EDMUND LEAVES- (In another room, enter Regan and Goneril) Regan: He's mine! Goneril: No, he's MINE! Regan: I'll kick your ass for him. Goneril: Bring it on! -ENTER EDMUND- EDMUND: Ladies, it's okay. REGAN AND GONERIL: NO IT'S NOT! EDMUND: Seriously, there's enough of me to go around. REGAN AND GONERIL: Really? EDMUND: Yes. -the three of them leave off into the sunset, broke. Lear and Cordelia are still stuck in the prison cell.- -Fin. Jane Eyre -Charlotte BronteJane sat on the edge of their bed with her head in her lap. It had been three years today since Rochester passed. She was now alone in the world, again.
"Mommy, Mommy," said her 28-month-old daughter Betty, "Yes, baby," said Jane. "Can we have pancakes?" "Of course." In the kitchen, Jane prepared the batter for the pancakes and heated the pan on the stove. Tears welled in her eyes and she struggled to keep a smile on her face, for her daughter's sake. "Mommy, is it almost done?" asked her daughter, inquisitively. "Yes, just give Mommy a minute, please." "Okay." Jane took a moment to gather herself and sobbed into the sleeve of her dress. She now had Thornfield all to herself with her children, as well as all of Rochester's assets and wealth. But Jane would give all of that up for a chance to be with her husband again. "Mommy?" said Betty. "Yes?" "Um the pancakes are burning!" "Oh!, I am so sorry." "It's okay Mommy....Mommy?" "Yes, baby?" "Why are you sad? Is it because I don't have a daddy because that makes me sad too." "No baby, you do have a Daddy. He's just dead." "Oh." "Yeah, but you have me. I'm your Mommy and I love you." "I love you too, Mommy. Can you make me some more pancakes?" "Of course, sweetie. Can you help me?" "YEAH!" |
Great Expectations - John SteinbeckPip sat down on a park bench and looked up at the clouds. He thought about how clear the skies were, and remembered the day he met Magwitch and how the clouds weren't nearly as bright and cheerful as they looked now. He closed his eyes and thought of Estella and how she treated him from the time she met him when they were kids to the last time she saw him before marrying Drummle.
He looked back up at the clouds and thought of his sister, Mrs. Joe and how she apologized to him for the way she treated him and then he thought of how much of a pompous, obnoxious ass he was to Joe when he was the only one who had been in Pip's corner from the start. His mind went back to Estella as he saw a cloud that resembled her beauty. He knew that he'd never get her to love him in the way he loved her, and looking at that cloud, Pip was finally able to let her go. To Pip, Estella's love was farther away than the dark side of the moon and as possible to obtain as capturing smoke in your hand. Pip closed his eyes, shed a quiet tear, and realized that he was a handsome, educated, young gentleman who could possibly have any woman he wanted to, so there really was no need to mourn the loss of Estella's love, seeing as it never existed. Out of his peripheral vision, he saw a beautiful white horse-drawn carriage stop behind him. The driver got up and headed over towards Pip. Who could this be?, thought Pip. He didn't recognize the man "Excuse me, sir. Are you Mr. Pip?" asked the man. "Yes, who wants to know?" asked Pip. "I am Harry Winston sir, I work for Mrs. Estella Drummle." "Oh, how is she?" "She is very ill, sir. and she wanted me to give you this," said Mr. Winston, handing Pip a folded note that became decreasingly less legible as it went on. "Thanks," said Pip, taking the note and tucking it into his shirt pocket. "Well, have a great day, Mr. Pip." "Yeah, uh, you too." As Mr. Winston pulled off, Pip sat back down on his bench. After a few moments, he decided to read the letter. It read: "My dearest Pip, How are you? It has been ages since we last had a conversation and unfortunately, it wasn't necessarily on good terms. I broke your heart, Pip and for no real reason. You're the only man who would have gone through the depths of the ocean just to make me happy or do just about anything to make me smile. I don't know why, but I guess I never really thought that I deserved that kind of happiness. You're an amazing man, and I watched you over the years grow from the poor little boy who adored me, to the refined, classy, and education gentleman you are now. Perhaps in another lifetime we can be together. I'm sure we were meant to be soulmates. Pip--by the time you read this, I'll be on my deathbed. I wouldn't have had the courage to tell you how I feel otherwise. Please, don't come visit me. More than likely I'll be dead by the time you come. Please don't cry, or mourn my death because if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had a reason to tap into my true self. I love you. And thanks for being my friend. -Estella" Pip clutched the paper, and let out a stiff sigh. His eyes welled with tears, he ran away in the direction Mr. Winston took off, but the carriage was nowhere in sight. Pip sat back down on the park bench. Moments later, a little kid threw a rock at his face and made his nose bleed. Angrily, Pip woke up and screamed at the child, only to find himself in his London apartment, sleeping in a bed next to Harold. Was it all a dream? Does Estella really love him? Maybe there's hope. |