CAPULET: Things have fallen out so unluckily, sir, that we have had no time to persuade our daughter to marry you. Indeed, she loved Tybalt dearly, and so did I. Well, we are each born to die.
It's very late. She'll not come down tonight. Believe me, if you were not here, I myself would have been in bed an hour ago.
PARIS: These times of woe are not made for wooing.
Madam, good night. give my regards to your daughter.
LADY CAPULET: I will, and early tomorrow I will find out her opinion. Tonight she's caged in with her sadness.
CAPULET: Sir Paris, I'll make a reckless offer of my child's love. I think she'll do whatever I say.
No, I think she'll do all that and more.
Wife, go to her before you go to bed. Tell her about my son Paris's love for her. And tell her, listen to me, on Wednesday...