Why art thou here when thou know'st my heart is with Romeo?
Thou dares't fancies her, Juliet, when her beauty is merely of blossoming age. Like Thy love, my love for Romeo turns me into bittering rage. Still my heart, what used to be my own, is no longer real but I wish thee well in a tragedy of a dreary fairytale.
Thou wishes to love Juliet but Juliet loves not thee. Thou wishes to marry Juliet but Juliet marries no one but Romeo. If thee desires Juliet like nothing else, then thou should grant Juliet her pray. Juliet wishes thee to withdraw thy proposal and get thee hence, away from my life.
I chose to not use the word "the".
