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| "Gosh darnitt, Moth... am a MAN!!! I need to be loved, I need to be... DE-SI-RED! |
Act V basically sums up the whole play. All of the King's comrades (Including the King himself... *gasp*) brake their so called "oaths" by falling madly in love with four beautiful ladies. They all confess their feelings (When they think no one is around to listen...) and b***h each other out for being fools... (Wow, what a bunch of a-holes... Ha! Just kidding... we can't help it :) ) Anyhoo, they plan this big ol' party at the Princesses crib... they play this little game of deceiving each other, perform a little play, and everything is fine and dandy, until a messenger, Mercedes (Or whatever that guy's name is...) delivers the word that the Princess's father has died (Crappy deal... :( ) And so, with her four gal pals... the Princess of France departs to her home land and leaves her man, the King (And his lords because their ladies left too...), melancholy and depressed in his castle of Navarre... forever. What a sad ending. If I could choose a character to put myself into their... whatever shoe-wear their shoes were called in the olden days, I would honestly have to say Don Armado and, on that note, his mischievous little man-servant Moth. Sure, Don Armado is a total rich d-bag who was born with a sliver spoon in his mouth with an ego problem, but when Cupid's little butt shaft struck him in his heart, the Don whole life turned upside down. After the day he first laid his eyes on the handsome Jacquenetta.... the Don started to warm up a little. Maybe he was a little possessive and jealous that Jacquenetta became head over heels for that d***n jester, Costard, and put that clown in jail for that very reason. (What a d**k!!! And what a d**k move!!!) But, hey, I would've done the same thing. (As horrible as that sounds... what? I'm the envious type!!! Very envious...) And, because love is such a powerful emotion/feeling,... it brings the best and the worst of us. Yes, the Don deserves several slaps from a metal glove by a expert who knows how to slap people (That sounded gross didn't it?) and often. But, I almost feel sorry for the miserable b**tard, because when you burn for someone and they don't burn for you... you just want to retreat in a dark small cave somewhere far away from the world and just want to crawl up in a small ball of self-pity and hurt and die a lonely death. To me, Don Armado is greatly misunderstood, as all bad guys are, and deserves a little compassion. AS for Moth, well... let's just say... you would act like a little s**t if your parents gave you a name like MOTH... feel sorry for him...enough said....
"Moth's parents obviously didn't think Moth would live that long...."
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