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That we have had no time to move our daughter.
she lov'd her kinlman Tybalt dearly,
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 the's mew'd up to her heaviness.
Gap. Sir Paris, I will make a separate tender
Par, Monday, my Lord,
Gap Monday? Ha! ha! well, Wednesday is too On Thursday let it be : o' Thursday, tell her, [foon, She shall be married to this Noble Earl. Will you
be ready? Do you like this halte? We'll keep no great a-do- friend or twoman For, hark you, Tybalt being lain to late, It may be thought we held hiin carelessly, Being our kinsman, if we revel much : Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, And there's an end. But what lay you to ? hursday ?
Par, My Lord, I would that Thursday were to mor,
Cap. Well, get you gone-on Thursday be it then, Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, Fio Lady Cap. Prepare her, wife, againlt this wedding-day. Farewel, my Lord Light to my chamber, hoa ! Fore me, it is so very late, that we May call it early by and by. Good night. [Exeunt.
SCENE VII. Juliet's chember looking to the garden. Enter Romeo and Juliet, above, at a window; a ladder
of ropes set. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet ricar day.
* It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Jul. 'Yon light is not daylight, I know it well::
Rom. . Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death ;; "I am content, if thou wilt have it fo. • I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye,
'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow ; « Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat: 6. The vaulty heav'ns so high above our beads.
I have more care to stay, than will to go. . Come, death, and welcome : Juliet wills it fo. 6. flow is't, my soul ? let's talk, it is not day.'
Jul It is, it is; hie hence, be gone, away : It is the lark that fings so out of tune, Straining harth difcords, and unpleasing sharps. Some say, the lark makes (weet division ; This doth not fo : for she divideth us. Some say, the lark and lothed toad change eyes ; O, now I wot they have chang'd voices too* ! O now be gone, more light and light it grotrs. Rom. More light and light ! - More dark and darkour woes, .
Enter Nurse.. Nurse. Madam, jul. Nurse? Nurse. Your Lady-mother's coming to your chamber :
Alluding to the notion of the vulgar; because the lark, with a sweet pipe, hath little uggly eyes; and the toad large and fine (yes, but a dismal ssoaking voice,
The day is broke, be wary, look about. [Exit Nurje.
Jul. Then, window, let day in, and lex life out.
Rom. Farewel : I will onit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
Jul, o think'lt thou we shall ever meet again?
Ron. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve : 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 lo do you: Dry Sorrow drinks our blood.. Adieu, adieu.
Enter Lady Capulet.
Jul. who is t that calls? is it ny Laug-rother in What unaccullom'd caule procures * her hithers
Lai Cap. Why, how now, Juliet ?
La.Cap. Evermore weeping for your coufin's death?
procures, for brings.
La, Cup. So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend Which you
for. Jul. Feeling so the loss, I cannot chule but ever weep the friend.
La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'l not so much for his As that the villain lives which daughter'd him. [deaih,
Jul. What villain, Madain?
ful. Villain and be are many miles asunder. [-4fide. God pardon him ! I do with all my heart: And yet no man like bę doth grieve my heart,
La. Cap. That is, because the traitor lives.
hands:Would none but I might ’venge my cousin's death!
La. Gap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thoy not: Then weep no more.
I'll send to one in Mantua,
Jul. Indeed I never ihall be satisfied
La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl, [man:
Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful time. What are they, I beseech your Ladyship?
La. Cap: Well, well, thou hali a careful faiber, child: One who, to put thee from thy heaviness, Hath sorted out a ludden day of joy, That, thou expect'st not, for I look'd not for.
Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is this?
La. Cap Marry, my child, early next Thurlday morn, The yallant, 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
La. Cap. Here comes your father, tell him to yourself, And see how he will take it at your hands,
Enter Capulet, and Nurfe. Cap. When the sun sets, the air doch drizzle dew; But for the sunset of my brother's son It rains downright. How now ? a conduit, girl? what, fill in tears?. Evermore Show'ring? in one little body Thou counterfeit'ít a bark, a sea, a wind : For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, Do ebb and flow with tears ; the bark thy body is, Sailing in this falt flood : the wind, thy sighs, Which, raging with thy tears, and they with them,Without a sudden calm, will overset Thy tempelt-toffed body-How now, wife? Have you deliver'd to her our decree?
Sa. Cap. Ay, Sir ; but she will none, the gives you Lwould the fool were married to her grave! [thanks:
Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife. . How, will lhe none ? doth the not give us thanks,? Is she not proud, doth she not count her bless’d, Unwortlıy as she is, that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?
Jul. Not proud you have, but thanktul that you have, . Proud can I never be of what I hate, But thankful even for hate that is meant love.
Cap. How now ! how now! cbop logic? what is Proud ! and I thank you! and I thank you rot! (this? And yet not proud! Why, mistress Minion, you, Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds; But settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, To go with Paris to Saint Peter's church :