Paris
I will make the perfect groom
I love your child and I am rich
So rich, give her to me
What must I do?
I could help you
I'll pay off your debts
I'll be like a son
My heart will not rest
'Til we are one
I beg of you, she is my life
Please allow your Juliet to be my wife
Count Capulet
My dear friend, control your lust
Take a deep breath, you're overwrought
In short, when one's aroused
I am afraid mistakes are made
She's just a child, fourteen tender years
Motherhood must wait, she's too young for tears
To take a heart before its time
Would be a rash, irresponsible crime
Not Juliet, not quite yet
Take it slow, enjoy the dance
One shouldn't rush a great romance
Come to the ball tonight and I'll introduce you to her.
Paris
Thank you, sir. Thank you.
Capulet
Well, we'll see if she takes to you. Tread gently, Paris.
Paris
I will, sir.
Capulet
Good. She's not ready for the world yet.
Nurse
Juliet, stand up straight, your mother wants a word with you.
Juliet
What now?
Lady Capulet
Juliet. Oh, darling, look at you! You're growing up so quickly. You're almost a woman.
Juliet
A woman? I'm not even fifteen.
Lady Capulet
Ah, there are ladies all over Verona much younger than you - married, already mothers. I was married and pregnant at your age.
Juliet
Well, I haven't even thought about any of that.
Lady Capulet
Well, perhaps you should. The point is, you're blossoming. Oh. There's a young man called Paris coming to the ball tonight.
Juliet
Paris? What sort of name is Paris? I bet you he's vile.
Lady Capulet
Juliet!
Juliet
Well?
Nurse
No, he's virile! If I were two or three years younger, I'd be...
Lady Capulet
Talk to him this evening. I promise you, there isn't a sweeter man in Verona.
Juliet
He's a bore, isn't he?
Nurse
He's good-hearted, Juliet, and he's well-respected.
Lady Capulet
And very rich.
Nurse
Just give the boy a chance.
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