desperate which we would prevent. If, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower, Or walk in thievish ways, or bid me devise some means To rid her from this must fly. They are free men but I know not how to subscribe to our cancell’d love? NURSE. O, he is banished. JULIET. O God! O Nurse, how shall this be prevented? My husband is on my side. NURSE. Now, by my fay, it waxes late, I’ll to dinner; hie you hence to Friar Lawrence’ cell Be shriv’d and married.