ROMEO AND JULIET 3.4

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ROMEO AND JULIET 3.4

A room in Capulet's house.

[Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS]

CAPULET Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,

That we have had no time to move our daughter:

Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,

And so did I:--Well, we were born to die.

'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night: 5

I promise you, but for your company,

I would have been a-bed an hour ago.

PARIS These times of woe afford no time to woo.

Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.

LADY CAPULET I will, and know her mind early to-morrow; 10

To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness.

CAPULET Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender

Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled

In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.

Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; 15

Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;

And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next--

But, soft! what day is this?

PARIS Monday, my lord,

CAPULET Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon, 20

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?

We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two;

For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, 25

It may be thought we held him carelessly,

Being our kinsman, if we revel much:

Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,

And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?

PARIS My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow. 30

CAPULET 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.

Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!

Afore me! it is so very very late, 35

That we may call it early by and by.

Good night.

[Exeunt]

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CAPULET	Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,
	That we have had no time to move our daughter:
	Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
	And so did I:--Well, we were born to die.
	'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night:	5
	I promise you, but for your company,
	I would have been a-bed an hour ago.

PARIS		These times of woe afford no time to woo.
		Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.

LADY CAPULET		I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;	10
		To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness.

CAPULET	Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
	Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled
	In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.
	Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;	15
	Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;
	And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next--
	But, soft! what day is this?

CAPULET	Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,	20
	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?
	We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two;
	For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,	25
	It may be thought we held him carelessly,
	Being our kinsman, if we revel much:
	Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,
	And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?

CAPULET	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.
	Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!
	Afore me! it is so very very late,	35
	That we may call it early by and by.
	Good night.
	[Exeunt]

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