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SCENE changes to Capuler's House.
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Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris. Cap. Hings have faln 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.
Par. These times of woe afford no time to wooe : Madam, good night ; commend me to your daughter.
La. Cap. I will, and know her Mind early to morrow: To night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.
Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
my child's love: I think, she will be ruld
Par. Monday, my lord.
Cap. Monday? ha! ha! well, Wednesday is too soon, On Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her, She shall be married to this noble Earl. Will you be ready? Do you like this Hafte? We'll keep no great a-dom a friend or twoFor, hark you, Tybalt being Nain fo late, It may be thought we held him carelesly, Being our kinsman, if we revel much: Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, And there's an end. But what fay you to Thursday?
Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to morrow.
Cap. Well, get you.gone-on Thursday be it then : Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, [To lady Cap. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day. Farewel, my lord light to my chamber, hoa!
'Fore me, it is so very late, that we
SCENE, Juliet's Chamber looking to the Gar
Enter Romeo and Juliet, above at a window ; a ladder of
ropes set. Ful. ILT thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
· It was the Nightingale, and not the Lark,
Ram. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn,
Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it well:
Rom. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death,
Jul. It is, it is, hic bence, be gone, away:
Suine say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes ;
Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber : The day is broke, be wary, look about. [Exit Nurse.
Jul. Then, Window, let Day in, and let Life out.
[Romeo descends. Jul. Art thou gone fo? love ! lord ! ah husband !
friend! I must hear from thee ev'ry day in th' hour, For in a minute there are many days. o, by this count I shall be much in years, Ere I again behold my Romeo.
Rom. Farewel : I will omit no opportunity, That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
Jul. O think’st thou, we shall eyer meet again?
Rom. I doubt it not ; and all these woes shall serve (25) For sweet discourses, in our time to come.
Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining foul.
Rom. And trust me, love, in mine eye so do you:
[Exit Romeo. Jul. Oh fortune, fortune, all men call thee fickle :
And all these Woes fall serve For sweet Discourses in our Time to come.] This very thought is express'd by Virgil on a like Occasion ; Forfan & hæc olim meminisse juvabit.
Æneid. I. v. 203 The learned Taubman in his Note on this paffage has amassed several similar Quotations.
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If thou art fickle, what doft thou with him
Enter lady Capulet.
Jul. Who is't, that calls ? is it my lady mother?
La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet? Jul. Madam, I am not well. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What, wilt thou wash him from his Grave with tears? An if thou could'st, thou could'st not make him live ; Therefore, have done. Some Grief shews much of Love; But much of Grief shews ftill some want of Wit.
Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Which you do
Jul. Feeling so the Loss, I cannot chuse, but ever weep the Friend. La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'ft not so much for his
Jul. What villain, Madam?
Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder.
La. Cap. That is, because the Traytor lives.
Jul. I, Madam, from the Reach of these my hands : Would, None but I might venge my Cousin's Death!
La. Cap. We will have Vengeance for it, fear Thou
Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,
Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
With Romeo, till I behold him dead.
Jul. And joy comes well in fuch a needful time.
La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child ; One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness, Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for.
Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is this?
La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn, The gallant, young and noble Gentleman,
The County Paris, at St. Peter's church, Shall happily make thee a joyful bride.
Jul. Now, by St. Peter's church, and Peter too, He shall not make me there a joyful bride. I wonder at this hafte, that I muit wed Ere he, that muft be husband, comes to wool, I pray you, tell my lord and facher, Madam, I will not marry yet: and when I do, It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, Racher than Paris. - These are news, indeed ! La. Cap. Here comes your father, tell him fo your
felf, And fee, how he will take it at your hands.
Enter Capulet, and Nurse. Cap. When the Sun sers, the Air doth drizzle Dew; But for the Sunset of my Brother's Son It raines downright. How now ? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?