 Whether, if you yield not to your father’s choice,   You can endure the livery of a nun,   For aye to be in shady cloister mewed,   To live a barren sister all your life,   Chanting faint hymns to the cold, fruitless moon. 
—if you do not give in to your father's wishes, will you be able to tolerate life wearing the robes of a nun, shut up in a dark convent, living your whole life without husband or children, chanting quietly to  Diana .