Friar Lawrence: On Thursday, sir? That's very soon Paris: That'show my future father-in-law wants it, and im not dragging my feet
(Juliet enters) Paris: I'm happy to meet you my lady Juliet: That might be the case sir, after i'm married. Paris: That "may be" must be, love, on Thursday
Friar Lawrence: I have time for you now, my sad daughter. (to Paris)My lord, we must ask you to leave us alone. Paris: God forbid that I should prevent sacred devotion! Juliet, I will wake you early on Thursday. (kissing her)Until then, good-bye, and keep this holy kiss. (Paris exits)
Hold on, then. Go home, be cheerful, and then tell them you agree to marry Paris. Tomorrow night make sure that you are alone. (showing her a vial) When you're in bed, take this vial, mix its contents in with liquor, and drink. Then a cold, sleep inducing drug will run through you veins, and your pulse will stop.
Juliet: give me the vial. Give it to me! Don't talk to me about fear. Friar Lawrence: (giving her the vial) Now go along on your way. Be strong and successful in your decision. I'll send a friar quickly to Mantua with my letter from Romeo.
Juliet: Love will give me strength, and strength will help me accomplish this plan. Goodbye, dear Father.