[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.