She's grieving too much over the death of Tybalt. Her father is being smart by rushing our marriage to stop her from crying.
I wish I didn't know the reason it should be slowed down.
I'm happy to meet you, my lady and my wife.
That might be the case, sir, after I'm married.
Oh, shut the door, and after you shut it, come over here and weep with me. This mess is beyond hope, beyond cure, beyond help!
Oh, Juliet, I already know about your sad situation. It's a problem too hard for me to solve.
If you who are so wise can't help, please be kind enough to call my solution wise. I'd rather die than marry that man.
Give me the vial. Give it to me! Don't talk to me about fear.
You must go home, be cheerful, and tell them you'll marry Paris. When you are in bed tomorrow, take this vial, mix its contents with liquor, and drink. Then you'll escape to another place with Romeo. You'll never have to worry about your family again.
Love will give me strength, and strength will help me accomplish this plan. Goodbye, dear Father.
Now go along your way. Be strong and successful in this decision. I'll send a friar quickly to Mantua with my letter for Romeo.
You can wrestle with death to escape from shame. And, if you dare to do it, I'll give you the solution.