Shakespeare

Dear Diary Today, I am going to see the play Hamlet with my Father and Mother. When I get back to Grammar School on Monday and tell all my friends, they will be so jealous. I've known no another twelve year old boy who's ever gone to a Shakespeare play. Good thing my dad is the Duke of Luxembourg, and we have an abundance of money. My Mother is telling me that we are leaving, so I climb in the cushion-padded carriage that is going to take us there. The Globe Theatre is huge, with the stage in the center of it. There are people everywhere, and they fill up the whole building. I cannot even move because there are so many people, and have to wait for my Father to push and shove his way through the crowd and to our seats. The play started, not soon after we got to our seats. The costumes were very like what we usually wear, but with more make up. The boys who are rumored to play girls in the play were very believable. One boy, though, was scratching at his face the whole time. I heard that the make up was highly poisonous, and some people even die from it. Hamlet was a very long play, even though I have never gone to one before, and I did not understand some of what the actors were saying, but it was a fun experience anyways. Right after the play, they made an announcement to exit the building in an orderly fashion, but no one listened. It was like we were a stampede of bulls, charging towards the exits. My parents are going to a ball, now, and they are making me come with them. There will be no kids my age there, so I will have to mingle with all the adults. My mother changed into an more fancy gown and put lace gloves on her hands. My Father and I just stayed in our shirt, stockings, doublets and breeches that we wore to the play. The ball led us into the early morning. I spent the whole time eating and being polite to my parent's friends. The Ball was truthfully boring.