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The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet

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Act III, Scene 4

A room in Capulet’s house.



  • 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