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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. But, soft; what day? Well, Wednesday is too soon, On Thursday, let it be, you shall be marry'd. We'll keep no great ado-a friend or twoFor, hark you, Tibalt 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's an end.
Par. My lord, I
But what say you to Thursday? would that Thursday were to
Cap. Well, get you gone-on Thursday be it
Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed:
[TO LADY CAPulet.
Prepare her, wife, against this wedding day.
Enter ROMEO and JULI ET.
Jul. Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day:
Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
Stands tip-toe on the misty mountain tops.
I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye,
Rom. More light and light ?—more dark and dark
Farewell, my love; one kiss, and I'll begone.
[ROMEO descends the Ropeladder.
Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your cham
The day is broke, be wary, look about.
Jul. Art thou gone so ? love! lord! ah, husband, friend!
I must hear from thee ev'ry day in th' hour,
Rom. Farewell: I will omit no opportunity,
Jul. Oh, think'st thou we shall ever meet again? Rom. I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses, in our time to come.
Jul. O Heaven! I have an ill-divining soul: Methinks I see thee, now thou'rt parting from me, As one, dead in the bottom of a tomb! Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. Rom. And trust me, love, in mine eye so do you ; Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! Adieu!
Enter LADY CAPULET.
Lady C. Ho, daughter, are you up?
Jul. Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother? What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither? Lady C. Why, how now, Juliet?
Jul. Madam, I am not well.
Lady C. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death;
What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Lady C. I come to bring thee joyful tidings, girl. Jul. And joy comes well, in such a needful time. What are they, I beseech your ladyship?
Lady C. Marry, my child, early next Thursday
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
Jul. I wonder at this haste, that I must wed,
Lady C. Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,
And see, how he will take it at your hands.
Enter CAPULET and NURSE.
Cap. How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?
Evermore showering? Why, how now, wife?
Lady C. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks:
I would the fool were married to her grave.
Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife.
How, will she none? doth she not give us thanks?
Jul. Proud can I never be of what I hate,
But settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,
Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
Cap. Hang thee, young baggage, disobedient wretch,
I tell thee what, get thee to church o'Thursday,
Speak not, reply not, do not answer me.
Wife, we scarce thought us blest,
That Heav'n had sent us but this only child,
Nurse. Heaven bless her
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so:
Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? Hold your tongue,
Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
Cap. Peace! you mumbling fool;
Lady C. You are too hot.
Cap. Good wife! it makes me mad-Day, night, late, early;
At home, abroad; alone, in company;
Waking or sleeping; still my care hath been.
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly allied:
you be mine, I'll give you to my
If you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i'the streets;
That sees into the bottom of my grief?