READ STUDY GUIDE: Act III, scenes ii–iv |
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Act III, Scene iv:
A Room in Capulet's House.
A Room in Capulet's House.
| [Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris.] |
| Capulet.: |
| Things have fallen 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. |
| Paris.: |
| These times of woe afford no tune to woo.— |
| Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter. |
| Lady Capulet. |
| I will, and know her mind early to-morrow; |
| To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness. |
| Capulet.: |
| Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender |
| Of my child's love: I think she will be 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 my son Paris' love; |
| And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next,— |
| But, soft! what day is this? |
| Paris.: |
| Monday, my lord. |
| Capulet.: |
| Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon, |
| Thursday let it be;—a Thursday, tell her, |
| She shall be married 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 carelessly, |
| 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? |
| Paris.: |
| My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow. |
| Capulet.: |
| 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.—Light to my chamber, ho!— |
| Afore me, it is so very very late |
| That we may call it early by and by.— |
| Good night. |
| [Exeunt.] |
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