Act 3 — Scene IV. A room in Capulet's house.[1001]

Cap. Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily That we have had no time to move our daughter.[1003] 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: 5 I promise you, but for your company,[1004] I would have been a-bed an hour ago.[1004][1005] Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo.[1006] Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter. La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;[1007] 10 To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.[1007][1008] Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender[1009] Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled[1010] In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.[1011] Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; 15 Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;[1012] And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next—[1013][1014] But, soft! what day is this? Par. Monday, my lord. Cap. Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon;[1014] O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her,[1015][1016] 20 She shall be married to this noble earl.[1015] Will you be ready? do you like this haste?[1015] We'll keep no great ado; a friend or two;[1017] For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, It may be thought we held him carelessly, 25 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?[1018] Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.[1019] Cap. Well, get you gone: o' Thursday be it then.[1020] 30 Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,[1021] Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day. Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho! Afore me, it is so very very late,[1022] That we may call it early by and by:[1022][1023] 35 Good night.[1024] [Exeunt.