Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

Act 3 - Scene 4

A room in Capulet’s house.

Capulet : Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily, [p]That we have had no time
to move our daughter: [p]Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt
dearly, [p]And so did I:--Well, we were born to die. [p]'Tis very
late, she'll not come down to-night: [p]I promise you, but for your
company, [p]I would have been a-bed an hour ago.

Paris : These times of woe afford no time to woo. [p]Madam, good night:
commend me to your daughter.

Lady Capulet : I will, and know her mind early to-morrow; [p]To-night she is mew'd up
to her heaviness.

Capulet : Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender [p]Of my child's love: I
think she will be ruled [p]In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt
it not. [p]Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; [p]Acquaint her here
of my son Paris' love; [p]And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday
next-- [p]But, soft! what day is this?

Paris : Monday, my lord,

Capulet : Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon, [p]O' Thursday let it be:
o' Thursday, tell her, [p]She shall be married to this noble
earl. [p]Will you be ready? do you like this haste? [p]We'll keep no
great ado,--a friend or two; [p]For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so
late, [p]It may be thought we held him carelessly, [p]Being our
kinsman, if we revel much: [p]Therefore we'll have some half a dozen
friends, [p]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. [p]Go you to Juliet ere
you go to bed, [p]Prepare her, wife, against this
wedding-day. [p]Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho! [p]Afore
me! it is so very very late, [p]That we may call it early by and
by. [p]Good night.

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