La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to-mor row; 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 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? Par. Monday, my lord. Cap. Monday? ha, ha,- Well, Wednesday is too soon O' Thursday let it be:o' Thursday, tell her, Will you be ready? do you like this haste? Therefore, we'll have some half a dozen friends, 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. Farewell, my lord. - Light to my chamber, ho! May call it early by and by. Good night. [Exeunt. SCENE V. JULIET'S Bed Chamber; a Window open upon the Balcony. ROMEO and JULIET discovered. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, Therefore, stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone. I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye, Jul. It is, it is; hie hence, be gone, away! Some say, the lark makes sweet division; Jul. chamber : The day is broke; be wary, look about. [Exit Nurse. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. [They go upon the Balcony. Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll de[ROMEO descends. scend. Jul. Art thou gone so? love, lord! ay, husband, friend! I must hear from thee every day in the hour, O, by this count I shall be much in years, Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity serve For sweet discourses in our time to come. Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul: Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu! [Exit ROMEO. Jul. O Fortune, Fortune! all men call thee fickle : If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, Fortune; For, then, I hope thou wilt not keep him long, But send him back. La. Cap. [Within.] Ho! daughter, are you up? Jul. Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother? Is she not down so late, or up so early? What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither? [Returns to her Chamber. Enter Lady Capulet. La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet? Madam, I am not well. Jul. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What! wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? An if thou could'st, thou could'st not make him live ; Therefore, have done. Some grief shews much of love ; But much of grief shews still some want of wit. Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. La. Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend Which you weep for. Jul. Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. Jul. What villain, madam? La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. God pardon [him!] I do, with all my heart; And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. La. Cap. lives. That is, because the traitor murtherer Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands. Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! We will have vengeance for it, fear thou La. Cap. not: Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua, To hear him nam'd, O, how my heart abhors To wreak the love I bore my cousin Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him! La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. Jul. And joy comes well in such a needy time. What are they, I beseech your ladyship? La. Cap. child; Well, well, thou hast a careful father, One who, to put thee from thy heaviness, That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is this? La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn, |