Par. My father Capulet will have it so;
And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.[1172]
Fri. L. You say you do not know the lady's mind:
Uneven is the course; I like it not.[1173] 5
Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
And therefore have I little talk'd of love,[1174]
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,[1175] 10
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:
Now do you know the reason of this haste.[1176] 15
Fri. L. [Aside] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.[1177]
Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell.[1178]
Enter Juliet.
Par. Happily met, my lady and my wife![1179]
Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
Par. That may be must be, love, on Thursday next. 20
Jul. What must be shall be.
Fri. L. That's a certain text.