My love gone, and a marriage on it's way.

I can not believe I just said goodbye to my one true love Romeo. Why must my parents come to tell me such bad news. He did not have to go so quickly....wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. Is that it for us? O, by this count I shall be much in years. Ere I again behold my Romeo. 

My love is gone and my parents come in to tell me that they have arranged the wedding to Paris. How dare they do this without asking me first. I just said goodbye to Romeo and now I am planning a wedding to Paris. No no, this is not meant to be. Paris is not my one true love, and proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love. How dare my parents act towards me like this. Has God no pity for me? Why can't they just postpone the marriage for a month, a week, or, if they don't, they will have to prepare a bridal bed in the tomb where Tybalt lies.

Oh no! How can I stop this wedding? I am married to Romeo, and my husband is on earth, my faith in heaven. At least the Nurse always knows what to do. I'll be off to Friar Lawrence's cell, just like my nurse said. I will tell my mother, that having upset my father, I've gone to his cell, to make confession and be absolved. 

Will the Frair know what to do? Oh I hope he does...or if all else fail, myself have power to die.