FRIAR LAWRENCE
On Thursday, sir? That’s very soon.

PARIS
That’s how my future father-in-law Capulet wants it, and I’m not dragging my feet.

FRIAR LAWRENCE
You say you don’t know what the girl thinks. That’s a rocky road to be riding. I don’t like it.

PARIS
She’s grieving too much over the death of Tybalt. So I haven’t had the chance to talk to her about love. Romantic love doesn’t happen when people are in mourning. Now, sir, her father thinks it’s dangerous that she allows herself to become so sad. He’s being smart by rushing our marriage to stop her from crying. She cries too much by herself. If she had someone to be with her, she would stop crying. Now you know the reason for the rush.

FRIAR LAWRENCE
(to himself) I wish I didn’t know the reason why the marriage should be slowed down.
Look, sir, here comes the lady walking toward my cell.

PARIS
I’m happy to meet you, my lady and my wife.

JULIET
That might be the case sir, after I get married.

PARIS
That “may be” must be, love, on Thursday.

JULIET
What will happen will be meant to be.

FRIAR LAWRENCE
That is a certain truth.

PARIS
Have you come to make confession to this father?

JULIET
If I answered that question, I’d spilling the beans to you.

PARIS
Don’t deny to him that you love me.

JULIET
I’ll confess to you that I love him.

PARIS
You will also confess, I’m sure, that you love me.

JULIET
If I do so, it will mean more if I say it behind your back than if I say it to your clock…(face).
PARIS
You poor soul, your face has suffered many tears.

JULIET
The tears haven’t done much because my clock looked bad enough before I started to cry.

PARIS
You’re treating your face even worse by saying that.

JULIET
What I say isn’t malicious sir. It’s straight. And what I said, I said to my clock.

PARIS
Your face is mine, and you have slandered it.

JULIET
That may be the case, because my clock doesn’t belong to me. Do you have time for me now, Father, or should I come to you at evening mass?

FRIAR LAWRENCE
I have time for you now, my sad daughter. (1) My lord, we must ask you to leave us alone.

PARIS
God forbid that I should prevent sacred devotion! Juliet, I will wake you early on Thursday. (kissing her) Until then, good-bye, and keep this holy kiss.

JULIET
Shut the door! After you shut it, come here and cry with me. This mess will never be able to fix itself!

FRIAR LAWRENCE
Oh, Juliet, I already know about your sad situation. It’s a problem too hard for me to solve. I hear that you must marry this count on Thursday, and that nothing can delay it.

JULIET
Cool it! Please do not tell me that you’ve heard about this marriage, unless you can tell me how to stop it. If you who is so smart can’t help, please be generous enough to dig my solution. (she shows him a knife) And I’ll solve the problem now with this knife. God joined my heart to Romeo’s. You joined our hands. Before, I’m on cloud 9 with Romeo— but I am also going steady with another man, I’ll kill myself. You are slick enough and you have so much experience. Give me some advice about what I should do, or just watch? Just watch. Torn between these two decisions, I’ll contemplate with my bloody knife. I will truly resolve the situation that you have failed to help me with, despite your experience and schooling. Don’t wait long to speak. I want to die if what you say isn’t another solution.

FRIAR LAWRENCE
Hold on, daughter, I see some hope. But we must act boldly because the situation is so desperate. If you’ve made up your mind to kill yourself instead of marrying Count Paris, then you’ll probably be willing to try something like death to solve this shameful problem. You can wrestle with death to escape from shame. And if you dare to do it, I’ll give you the solution.

JULIET
Get with it. You can tell me to hop off of any tower, or to