SCENE IV. A Room in Capulet's House. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and PARIS. Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daughter: Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I;-Well, we were born to die. 'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night: I promise you, but for your company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago. Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo: Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter. La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to morrow; To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness. Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Of my child's love 49: I think, she will be rul'd In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not. Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next→→→ But, soft; What day is this? Par. Monday, my lord. Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon, O'Thursday let it be;-o'Thursday, tell her, She shall be married to this noble earl: Will you be ready? do you like this haste? Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, morrow. Cap. Well, get you gone:-O'Thursday be it then : Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.— May call it early by and by:-Good night. SCENE V. Juliet's Chamber. Enter ROMEO and JULIET. [Exeunt. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away; This doth not so, for she divideth us: Some say, our woes. |