| ACT III. | |
| Scene IV. A Room in Capulet's House. | |
| [Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris.] |
| Capulet. | |
| 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. |
| Paris. | |
| These times of woe afford no tune to woo.-- |
| Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter. |
| Lady Capulet. | |
| I will, and know her mind early to-morrow; |
| To-night she's 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 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? |
| Paris. | |
| Monday, my lord. |
| Capulet. | |
| Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon, |
| Thursday let it be;--a 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, |
| 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. |
| 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 |
| That we may call it early by and by.-- |
| Good night. |
| [Exeunt.] |