![]() ![]() Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,Ī thing like death to chide away this shame, 75 Which craves as desperate an execution 70Īs that is desperate which we would prevent. Left alone with Friar Lawrence, Juliet.whips out a dagger and tells him she will kill herself if he can't think of a way for her to avoid marrying Paris. If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy. Which the commission of thy years and art 65 ’Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife Give me some present counsel, or, behold, Therefore out of thy long-experienced time Turn to another, this shall slay them both. God joined my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands Īnd ere this hand, by thee to Romeo’s sealed, If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help,Īnd with this knife I’ll help it presently. ![]() Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it. Tell me not, friar, that thou hearest of this, On Thursday next be married to this County. I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, It strains me past the compass of my wits. O, shut the door, and when thou hast done so, 45Ĭome weep with me, past hope, past care, past help. Eventually, Paris takes the hint that Juliet needs to make confession to the Friar, and he leaves-but not before giving Juliet an unwanted and uninspiring kiss. Paris continues to try to start up a conversation with Juliet, but she won't cooperate. Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss. Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.- 40 Thy face is mine, and thou hast slandered it. That is no slander, sir, which is a truth,Īnd what I spake, I spake it to my face. Thou wrong’st it more than tears with that report. ![]() The tears have got small victory by that,įor it was bad enough before their spite. Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. If we were keeping score, it'd be about 5-0 Juliet right now. Juliet plays awesome defense on Paris's flirty comments. He greets her with a chipper, "Nice to see you future wife," and it's pretty much downhill from there. Juliet rushes in to see the friar talking with the last person on earth she wants to see: Paris. So will you, I am sure, that you love me.īeing spoke behind your back than to your face. 20Ĭome you to make confession to this father? That “may be” must be, love, on Thursday next. The Friar is quietly freaking out, since he's not a big fan of enabling bigamy. Paris has stopped by Friar Lawrence's church to make plans for his upcoming marriage to Juliet. Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell. I would I knew not why it should be slowed. Now do you know the reason of this haste. That she do give her sorrow so much sway, 10 Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death,Īnd therefore have I little talk of love,įor Venus smiles not in a house of tears. On Thursday, sir? The time is very short.Īnd I am nothing slow to slack his haste. ![]()
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