Cap.
Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily
That we have had ^note no time to move our daughter.
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 ^note an hour ago ^note.

Par.
These times of woe afford no time ^note to woo ^note.
Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.

La. Cap.
I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;
To-night she's mew'd ^note up to her heaviness ^note. ^note

Cap.
Sir Paris, I will make a desperate ^note tender
Of my child's love: I think she will be ^note ruled

In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not ^note.
Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;
Acquaint her here of ^note my son Paris' love;
And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next— ^note
But, soft! what day is this?

Par.
Monday, my lord.

Cap.
Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday ^note is too soon;
O' Thursday let it be: o' ^note Thursday, tell her,
She shall be married to this noble earl.
Will you be ready? do you like this haste? ^note
We'll keep ^note 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 ^note an end. But what say you to Thursday?

Par.
My lord ^note, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.

Cap.
Well, get you gone: o' ^note Thursday be it then. ^note
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 ^note early by and by ^note:
Good night ^note. [Exeunt. ^note

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