William Shakespeare (1564–1616). The Oxford Shakespeare. 1914.
Act III. Scene IV.Romeo and Juliet
Cap.Things have fall’n 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.
Par.These times of woe afford no time to woo.
Madam, good-night: commend me to your daughter.
Lady Cap.I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;
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,
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?
Par.My lord, I would that Thursday were to-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!
Afore me! it is so very very late,
That we may call it early by and by.
Good-night.[Exeunt.