Thirteen Years Old - Juliet Capulet

Juliet Capulet 13

CAPULET

But Montague is bound as well as I,

In penalty alike; and ’tis not hard, I think,

For men so old as we to keep the peace.

PARIS

Of honourable reckoning are you both;

And pity ’tis you lived at odds so long.

But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?

CAPULET

But saying o’er what I have said before:

My child is yet a stranger in the world;

She hath not seen the change of fourteen years.

Let two more summers wither in their pride,

Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

PARIS

Younger than she are happy mothers made.

CAPULET

And too soon marr’d are those so early made.