DRAMATIC IRONY, FORESHADOWING, IMAGERY, OR FLASHBACK? PARIS: Happily met, my lady and my wife!

JULIET: That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.

PARIS: That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.

JULIET: What must be shall be.

FRIAR LAURENCE: That's a certain text.

PARIS: Come you to make confession to this father?

JULIET: To answer that, I should confess to you.

PARIS: Do not deny to him that you love me.

JULIET: I will confess to you that I love him.

PARIS: So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.

JULIET: If I do so, it will be of more price,
Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.

PARIS: Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.

JULIET: The tears have got small victory by that;
For it was bad enough before their spite.

PARIS: Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.

JULIET: That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;
And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

PARIS: Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.

JULIET: It may be so, for it is not mine own.
Are you at leisure, holy father, now;
Or shall I come to you at evening mass?

FRIAR LAURENCE: My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.
My lord, we must entreat the time alone.