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A room in Capulet's house. This is Lord CAPULET'S study. There is a door on the right side of the room. |
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Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS |
| Capulet |
Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily, |
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That we have had no time to move our daughter: |
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Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly, |
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And so did I:--Well, we were born to die. |
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'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night: |
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I promise you, but for your company, |
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I would have been a-bed an hour ago. |
| Paris |
These times of woe afford no time to woo. |
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Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter. |
| Lady Capulet |
I will, and know her mind early to-morrow; |
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To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness. |
| Capulet |
Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender |
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Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled |
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In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not. |
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Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; |
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Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; |
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And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next-- |
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But, soft! what day is this? |
| Capulet |
Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon, |
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O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her, |
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She shall be married to this noble earl. |
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Will you be ready? do you like this haste? |
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We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two; |
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For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, |
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It may be thought we held him carelessly, |
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Being our kinsman, if we revel much: |
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Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, |
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And there an end. But what say you to Thursday? |
| Paris |
My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow. |
| Capulet |
Well get you gone: o' Thursday be it, then. |
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Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, |
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Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day. |
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Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho! |
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Afore me! it is so very very late, |
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That we may call it early by and by. |
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