If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help,ĥ5And 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, I hear thou must – and nothing may postpone it –ĥ0On Thursday next be married to the County. It strains me past the compass of my wits. Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss.Ĥ5O, shut the door! And when thou hast done so,Ĭome weep with me – past hope, past care, past help. Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you. My lord, we must ask for this time alone. Or shall I come to you at evening Mass? FRIAR LAWRENCEĤ0My leisure serves me, somber daughter, now. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slandered it. That is no slander, sir, when it’s a truth,ģ5And what I said, I said 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. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death,Īnd therefore have I little talk of love,įor Venus smiles not in a house of tears.ġ0That she doth give her sorrow so much sway Īnd in his wisdom hastes our marriage PARISĪnd I am nothing slow to stall his haste. Juliet accepts.Įnter Friar Lawrence and County Paris FRIAR LAWRENCE The Friar will then send word to Romeo, who will return and rescue Juliet once she awakes in the family tomb. The Friar offers her a plan: agree to the marriage, but drink a poison the night before that will make her appear dead while in reality leaving her asleep. After Paris leaves, Juliet tells the Friar she is resolved to kill herself if he can offer no solution out of the impending marriage. Juliet arrives for confession, and Paris attempts to pressure her into confessing her love for him. Paris meets with Friar Lawrence, informing him that the wedding will be held on Thursday in a supposed attempt to soothe Juliet’s grief over murdered Tybalt.
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