LADY CAPULET: Well, you have a caring father, child. He has arranged a sudden day of joy to end your sadness. a day that you did not expect, and I did not seek out.
JULIET: Madam, tell me quickly, what day is that?
LADY CAPULET: Indeed, my child, at St. Peter's Church early Thursday morning, the gallant, young, and noble count Paris will make you a joyful bride.
JULIET: Now, I swear by St. Peter's Church and Peter too, he will not make me a joyful bride there! This is a strange haste! How can I marry him, this husband, before he comes to court me?
I beg you, tell my father that I will not marry yet. And when I do, I swear it will be Romeo, who you know I hate, rather than count Paris! Such news indeed!
LADY CAPULET: ...Here's your father. Tell him yourself, and see how he takes it.