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 times to woo:
Madam, good night; commend me to your daughter.

L. C.
I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;

To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness.

Cap.
Sir Paris, [calling him back.] I will make a desperate tender
Of my child's love: I think, she will be ^note 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 ^note my son Paris' love;
And bid her, mark you me, on we'nsday next—
But, soft; What day is this?

Par.
Monday, my lord.

Cap.
Monday? ha, ha! Well, we'nsday ^note is too soon,
O' thursday let it be;—o' thursday, tell her,
She shall be marry'd 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 carelesly,
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.—[Exit Par.] Light to my chamber, ho!
Now, afore me, it is so very ^note late,
That we may call it early by and by:—
Good night. [Exeunt, severally.

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