The Request of Marriage
Don Black, Gérard Presgurvic
[Paris]
I will make the perfect groom
I love your child and I am rich
So rich, give her to me
What must I do?
I could help you
I'll pay off your debts
I'll be like a son
My heart will not rest
Till we are one
I beg of you, she is my life
Please allow your Juliet to be my wife
[Lord Capulet]
My dear friend, control your lust
Take a deep breath, you're overwrought
In short, when one's aroused
I am afraid mistakes are made
She's just a child, fourteen tender years
Motherhood must wait, she's too young for tears
To take a heart before its time
Would be a rash, irresponsible crime
Not Juliet, not quite yet
Take it slow, enjoy the dance
One shouldn't rush a great romance
