LADY CAPULET: Your blood is too hot.
CAPULET: God's bread! It makes me mad!
Day and night, hour after hour, all the time, at work, at play, alone and in company, my my only thought was to find her a good husband.
Now I've presented a gentleman from a noble family—good-looking, young, and well-educated—stuffed with good qualities! Exactly what a girl would wish from a man!
And this wretched, whimpering fool, like a whining puppet, views her good fortune and says, "I will not wed." "I cannot love." "I am too young." "Please, pardon me." well, if you will not wed, I'll pardon you. Eat where you wish, but you will not live under my roof. Think on that. I am not in the habit of joking.
Thursday is near. Lay your hand on your heart and listen. If you are my daughter, I'll give you to my friend. If not...
... Then you can beg, starve, and die in the street. for by my soul, I'll never take you back nor aid you in anyway. Believe me.
Think on it. I will not break this promise.
JULIET: Is there no pity in the sky that can see my sadness?