Lord Capulet: Paris I give to you my precious daughter It’s time Perfect time for you to marry When I speak with the girl I am sure she’ll agree It’s the best thing for her She will listen to me
Lady Capulet: Juliet You know how much your father loves you We Both Are sure he’ll make the perfect husband We have all known such grief Now it’s time to let go Paris is quite a catch You will be glad, I know He’s yours He’s yours He’s yours Lucky girl, he’s yours
Paris: Now we should rejoice It’s time for celebration
Paris and Lady Capulet: There’s much too do A wedding takes A lot of preparation
Juliet: Please Nurse Tell them I cannot marry Paris Please Nurse It makes me ill to think about it Please nurse I beg of you Is there nothing you can do? I’ll refuse to obey I’m married anyway