Ere he that should be husband comes to woo.
I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
I will not marry yet; and, when I do, [I swear],
It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
Rather than Paris. [These are news] indeed!
Lady Capulet. Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,
And see how he will take it at your hands.
Enter Capulet and Nurse
Capulet. When the sun sets, [the air] doth drizzle dew;
But for the sunset of my brother's son