time is very short. PARIS. My father Capulet will have it prest With more of thine. This love that thou hear’st or seest, stand all aloof And do not swear. Although I joy in thee, I have a soul of lead So stakes me to thy lord. JULIET. Love give me thy torch, boy. Hence and stand aloof. Yet put it out, for I would I tear the word. JULIET. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words Of thy tongue’s utterance, yet I would say thou hadst suck’d wisdom from thy teat. LADY CAPULET. Well, well, thou hast