1 Send for the County, go tell him of this.
2 The County will be here with music straight, For so he said he would.
3 I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, On Thursday next be married to this County.
4 Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, I think it best you married with the County.
5 Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain, And Romeo dead, and Juliet, dead before, Warm and new kill'd.
6 You, to remove that siege of grief from her, Betroth'd, and would have married her perforce To County Paris.
7 Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, The County Paris hath set up his rest That you shall rest but little.
8 Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church, Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
9 If, rather than to marry County Paris Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself, Then is it likely thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this shame, That cop'st with death himself to scape from it.