FRIAR LAWRENCE: On Thursday, sir? That's very soon.
PARIS: That's how my father-in-law Capulet wants it, and I won't drag my feet!
FRIAR LAWRENCE: You say you don't know what the lady thinks. That's a rocky path. I like it not.
PARIS: She weeps far too much over Tybalt's death.
Therefore, I've spoken little to her of love matters—romance cannot bloom in a house of tears. But her father thinks it dangerous to give her sorrow so much freedom.
He's being smart by rushing our marriage—she cries too much by herself. If she had someone to be with her, she would stop.
Now you understand our haste.
FRIAR LAWRENCE: (I wish I didn't know the reason you should go slowly!)