And bid her hasten all the house to bed,

Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto.

Romeo is coming.


NURSE.

O Lord, I could have stay’d here all the night

To hear good counsel. O, what learning is!

My lord, I’ll tell my lady you will come.


ROMEO.

Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.


NURSE.

Here sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir.

Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.


 [Exit.]
ROMEO.

How well my comfort is reviv’d by this.


FRIAR LAWRENCE.

Go hence, good night, and here stands all your state:

Either be gone before the watch be set,

Or by the break of day disguis’d from hence.

Sojourn in Mantua. I’ll find out your man,

And he shall signify from time to time

Every good hap to you that chances here.

Give me thy hand; ’tis late; farewell; good night.


ROMEO.

But that a joy past joy calls out on me,

It were a grief so brief to part with thee.

Farewell.


 [Exeunt.]
SCENE IV. 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 tonight.

I promise you, but for your company,

I would have been abed 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 tomorrow;

Tonight 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,