JULIET: Oh, my sweet mother, don't throw me out! Delay this marriage for a month or a week. Or if you don't, make my wedding bed in the tomb where Tybalt lies.
LADY CAPULET: Don't talk to me, for I'll not say a word.
Do as you will, for I am done with you.
JULIET: No! No!
Oh God!... Oh nurse, how can this be stopped? My husband is alive on earth. My marriage vows were made in heaven! How can I break them, unless my husband goes to heaven as well and makes me a widow?
Comfort me. Counsel me. Alas! Why would heaven play tricks on someone as weak as me?
What do you say? Have you not one word of joy? Give me some comfort, nurse!
NURSE: In faith, here it is...
Romeo is banished, and I'd bet the whole world that he wouldn't dare to come back and challenge you openly.
Then since things are the way they are, I think the best thing to do is marry the count.
Oh, he's a lovely gentleman!