Here we have arrived at the cell of Friar Lawrence...
To find the Friar and Count Paris speaking of the wedding of Paris and Juliet
My father Capulet will have it so, and I am nothing slow to slack his haste
You say you do not know the lady's mind. Uneven is the course. I like it not.
Look! Here comes Juliet, the lady of the hour.
Happily met, my lady and my wife.
That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next.
That may be sir, when I may be a wife
Count Paris leaves, Juliet stays to converse with the Friar
Tell me not, Friar, that thou hearest of this, unless thou tell me how I may prevent it.
Hold, daughter. I do spy a kind of hope.
Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone. Let not the Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber. Take thou this vial, being then in bed, and this distilling liquor drink thou off; when presently though all thy veins shall run a cold and drowsy humor, for no pulse shall keep his native progress, but surcease; No warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest
Love give me strength, and strength shall help afford. Farewell, dear father