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Happily met, my lady and my wife.
JULIET
That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
PARIS
That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next. [20]
JULIET
What must be, shall be.
FRIAR LAURENCE
That’s a certain text.
PARIS
Come you to make confession to this father?
JULIET
To answer that, I should confess to you.
PARIS
Do not deny to him that you love me.
JULIET
I will confess to you that I love him. [25]
PARIS
So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
JULIET
If I do so, it will be of more price
Being spoke behind your back than to your face.
PARIS
Poor soul, thy face is much abus’d with tears.
JULIET
The tears bave got small victory by that, [30]
For it was bad enough before their spite.
