What is going on here?
Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body, though they be not to be talked on, yet they are past compare. He is not the flower of courtesy, but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy ways, wench; serve God. What! have you dined at home?
Lady Capulet is singing Paris's praises.
Juliet is delirious with love and rambling on to Nurse.
Nurse is typically not getting to the point.
Capulet is trying to convince Tybalt to leave Romeo alone.