Mrs. Romeo Paris?

Act 3, Scene 4

It has been consummated. My marriage, that is. No annulment is possible. So how do my parents expect me to marry Paris? Oh I am such a dishonest deceiving person. Neither my parents nor Paris know of Romeo. Romeo knows not of Paris. I DON'T LOVE PARIS. Can no one get this into their heads? Of course, I've had to try and convince my parents of this without letting them know that I am already married. My father will disown me if I do not marry Paris. He said it himself. So what am I to do? 

Even my nurse has turned her back on me. Her reasoning, that I will probably never see Romeo again, is simply ludicrous. No one understands true love. They all marry to advance themselves. I married for love, which is just UNTHINKABLE. To them, at least. Yes, I know that Romeo and I are of a rare kind. But still. I would rather fall off the highest cliff in the world than marry that old wrinkly gorbellied dread-bolted vassal. I have resolved to go to Friar Lawrence. He always has a solution. And if he were to come up short, I have my knife to comfort me...