![]() 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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