Paris: imoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, And therefore have i little talk'd of love; For venus smiles nopt in a house of tears, Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous That she do give her sorrow so much sway, And in his wisdom hastes our marriage To stop the inundation o her tears,
Friar: Thou shalt continue two-and-fourth hours, And then awake from a pleasant sleep. Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead. Sghall romeo by my letters know our drift; and hither shall he come; and he and i will watch thy walking, and that very night shall romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
Juliet: To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd by holy Laurence to fall prostrate here To beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you! Henceforward i am ever ruled by you.
Capulet: Send for the county. Go tell them of this. Ill have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
Paris talks to Friar Lawrence about Juliet and her grief. Paris says that Capulet has decided that they should marry.
Juliet: Farwell! God knows when we shall meet again. I have faint cold fear thrills through my veins That almost freezes up the heat of life.
Juliet and Friar Lawrence make a plan so Juliet does not have to marry Paris, Instead she will take a sleeping potion and Romeo will be at the Capulet tomb when she wakes up so romeo and Juleit can leave to Mantua forever.
Lady Capulet: My child, my only life! Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! Help! Help! Call help.
Nurse: Look, Look! O heavy day!
Juliet goes home and tell lady Capulet and Capulet that she agrees to marry Paris. Capulet moves the marriage to wednesday due to excitement.
Peter: O musicians, because my heart itself plays 'my heart is full of woe.' O, play me some merry dump to comfort me .
Musician 1: Not a dump we! 'Tis no time to play now.
Juliet takes the sleeping potion even with doubts of wether it will work or not, and if she will die or not.
The next morning The nurse, last capulet, and Paris all find juliet "dead" on her bed, But Juliet is not actually dead.
Paris: O love! O life! not life, but love in death
Peter, The Capulet servant asks the musicians to play a happy tune to lighten the sorrows of everybody, but the musicians refuse, saying it unpolite to play that music at this time.