Dearest Diary,
Friar Lawrence hath given me a sleeping potion that wilt maketh me appeareth to beest dead. That gent hath said that his brother, Friar John, is to deliver a note to Romeo explaining the plan. Although this is frightening to me, methinks that this shalt end in valorous well-being. If't be true anything dares to wend wrong, I shalt killeth myself with this dagger.
