Capulet.
Things run so crossly and so much awry,
I've had no time to sound our girl.

Lady.
Nor I.

Paris.
Why to be sure, 'tis a bad time to woo her.
Madam, good night; pray give my best love to her.

Capulet.
I think, Sir Paris, she'll be ruled by me;
On Thursday next your wedding-day shall be.

Paris.
I wish this day were Thursday.

Capulet.
Well, be easy;
Thursday shall be the day—I hope 'twill please ye. (Paris having taken his leave, Capulet steps after him, and turns him round.)
I don't know if you'd wish to take or no
A glass of any thing before you go?
If you will, say so, and I'll ring the bell.

Paris.
No, not just now, I thank you.

Capulet.
Very well. [Exeunt.

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