In this monologue, Lord Capulet is raging on about his daughter, Juliet's, lack of obedience to him. He has ordered her to marry Count Parris, and she has refused.
He employs hyperbole, or exaggeration, in order to express how carefully he has attempted to find her a spouse who would be her match. He says, "Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play, / Alone, in company, still my care hath been
/ To have her matched." It's as though he has only ever thought of this and nothing but this, and he tries to show how much thought has been put into his decision (compared to her careless rejection of it).
Capulet then compares Parris to something "Stuffed," like a doll (since humans are not "stuffed"), via metaphor, saying that he is "Stuffed [...] with honorable parts" and made to perfect proportion. Then, in his next metaphor, he compares Juliet to an empty puppet, or a "whining mammet," one who is weak and stupid and yet objects to this wonderful fortune her parents have made for her.
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