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The Same. A Room in CAPULET’S House. | |
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Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS. | |
| Cap. Things have fall’n out, sir, so unluckily, | |
| That we have had no time to move our daughter: | |
| Look you, she lov’d her kinsman Tybalt dearly, | 5 |
| 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. | 10 |
| Madam, good-night: commend me to your daughter. | |
| Lady 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: I think she will be rul’d | 15 |
| 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? | 20 |
| 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? | 25 |
| We’ll keep no great ado; a friend or two; | |
| For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, | |
| It may be thought we held him carelessly, | |
| Being our kinsman, if we revel much. | |
| Therefore we’ll have some half a dozen friends, | 30 |
| And there an end. But what say you to Thursday? | |
| Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to-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. | 35 |
| Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho! | |
| Afore me! it is so very very late, | |
| That we may call it early by and by. | |
| Good-night. [Exeunt. | |
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