ACT IVSCENE I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris. FRIAR LAWRENCE.On Thursday, sir? The time is very short. PARIS.My father Capulet will have it so;And I am nothing slow to slack his haste. FRIAR LAWRENCE.You say you do not know the lady’s mind.Uneven is the course; I like it not. PARIS.Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death,And therefore have I little talk’d of love;For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.Now, sir, her father counts it dangerousThat she do give her sorrow so much sway;And in his wisdom, hastes our marriage,To stop the inundation of her tears,Which, too much