ROMEO: And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
JULIET: O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle: if thou art fickle, what dost thou with him. that is renown'd for faith. be fickle fortune; for then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, but send him back .
CAPULET: peace you mumbling fool! Juliet has 2 choices, marry Paris of never speak to me again!
JULIET: Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
LADY CAPULET: So shall you feel the loss but not the friend you weep for.
SIR CAPULET: You are going to marry Paris or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither!
In LADY CAPULETs head: God so help this child!!!
JULIET: Good father, i beseech you on my knees, hear me with patience but to speak a word.
SIR CUPLET: young baggage! disobedient wretch! i tell you what go to the church on Thursday or never look me in the face again. My fingers itch to slap you!wife, god gave us this only child but she is a curse!
NURSE: God in heaven bless her!you are to blame, my lord, to blame her so.
JULIET: Thou hast comforted me marvellous much, go in: and tell my father, to Laurence' cell to make confession and to be absolved
NURSE: Give up on Romeo and marry Paris, i think you are happy in this second match, for it excels your first: or if it did not, your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were.