FRIAR LAWRENCE: Look, sir, here comes the lady walking toward my cell.
PARIS: A happy meeting, my lady and my wife.
JULIET: That might be the case, sir, after I'm married.
PARIS: That "might be" must be, love, on Thursday.
JULIET: What must be will be.
FRIAR LAWRENCE: That is a certain truth.
PARIS: Have you come to make confession to this father?
JULIET: If I answered that, I'd be confessing to you.
PARIS: Don't deny to him that you love me.
JULIET: I'll confess to you that I love him.
PARIS: You will also confess, I'm sure, that you love me.
JULIET: If I do, the confession will be more valuable if you are not there to hear it.