PARIS: Poor soul. Your face has been abused by many tears.
JULIET: The tears haven't won much—my face was bad enough before they attacked me.
PARIS: You wrong your face with words more than your tears.
JULIET: It's no slander, it's truth. And what I said I said to my face.
PARIS: Your face is mine, and you have slandered it.
JULIET: That may be, for my face is no longer my own.
Do you have time for me now, father, or shall I come to you at evening mass?
FRIAR LAWRENCE: I have time for you now, my sad daughter.
My lord, we must ask you to leave us alone.
PARIS: Well, God forbid I should prevent sacred devotion!
Juliet, I will wake you early on Thursday. Until then, adieu, and keep this sacred kiss.