Act III, Scene 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: 2060
  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:
  I promise you, but for your company,
  I would have been a-bed an hour ago. 2065

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

• Capulet. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender 2070
  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;
  Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;
  And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next— 2075
  But, soft! what day is this?

• Paris. Monday, my lord,

• Capulet. 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. 2080
  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: 2085
  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, 2090
  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. 2095

[Exeunt]