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PARIS Exit.
Thou wrong’st it more than tears with that report.
JULIET
That is no slander, sir, which is a truth,
And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
PARIS
Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander’d it. [35]
JULIET
It may be so, for it is not mine own. -
Are you at leisure, holy father, now,
Or shall I come to you at evening mass?
FRIAR LAURENCE
My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. -
My lord, we must entreat the time alone. [40]
PARIS
God shield I should disturb devotion.
Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye;
Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss.
JULIET
O shut the door, and when thou hast done so,
Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, past help! [45]
FRIAR LAURENCE
O Juliet, I already know thy grief;
It strains me past the compass of my wits.
I hear thou must - and nothing may prorogue it -
On Thursday next be married to this County.
JULIET
Tell me not, Friar, that thou hearest of this, [50]
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it.
If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help,
Do thou but call my resolution wise,
