[Exit]
JULIET Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
Which she hath praised him with above compare
So many thousand times? Go, counsellor;
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
I'll to the friar, to know his remedy:
If all else fail, myself have power to die.
[Exit]
ROMEO AND JULIET
ACT IV
SCENE I Friar Laurence's cell.
[Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS]
FRIAR LAURENCE On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.
PARIS My father Capulet will have it so;
And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
FRIAR LAURENCE You say you do not know the lady's mind:
Uneven is the course, I like it not.
PARIS Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
And therefore have I little talk'd of love;
For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,
And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,
To stop the inundation of her tears;
Which, too much minded by herself alone,
May be put from her by society:
Now do you know the reason of this haste.
FRIAR LAURENCE [Aside] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.
Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
[Enter JULIET]
PARIS Happily met, my lady and my wife!
JULIET That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
PARIS That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.
JULIET What must be shall be.
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