Exit.
[Sc. XVI.]
Enter Fryer and Paris.
Fr: On Thursday say ye: the time is very short,
Par: My Father Capolet will haue it so,
And I am nothing slacke to slow his hast.
Fr: You say you doe not know the Ladies minde?
Vneuen is the course, I like it not. 5
Par: Immoderately she weepes for Tybalts death,
And therefore haue I little talkt of loue.
For Venus smiles not in a house of teares,
Now Sir, her father thinkes it daungerous:
That she doth giue her sorrow so much sway. 10
And in his wisedome hasts our mariage,
To stop the inundation of her teares.
Which too much minded by her selfe alone
May be put from her by societie.
Now doe ye know the reason of this hast. 15
Fr: I would I knew not why it should be slowd.
Enter Paris.