Paris:
Count, I have come to you not myself -
In this I can see sign of Destiny.
I’m in love with Juliet so much,
That I stake a million.
I’m rich, smart
And fit myself,
I’m asking your daughter,
To become my wife!
Doubts away!
Reason is one –
Count, you have a daughter,
And here is a son for you.

Count Capulet:
Ah, Paris,
What a surprise.
It is honor for me,
To listen to you,
But Juliet
Is so young
She is a child,
Bat not a wife.
Your choice is flattering to me,
But my soul is hurting.
Wait for a year,
Let her grow up!