Capulet. And too soon marr'd are those so early [made].
The earth hath swallow'd [all my hopes but she],
She is the hopeful lady of [my earth].
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
[My will] to her consent is but a part;
An she agree, within her scope of choice
Lies my consent and fair according voice.
This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
Whereto I have invited many a guest,
Such as I love; and you, among the store,