Rom. 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. Cap. 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. Par. These times of wo afford no time to woo: Madam, good night: commend me to your daugh ter. 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 desperate2 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 nextBut, soft; What day is this? Par. Cap. Monday? ha! ha! too soon, Monday, my lord. Well, Wednesday is O' Thursday let it be;--O' Thursday, tell her, Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, And there an end. But what say you to Thursday? (2) Bold. (1) Shut up. Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to morrow. Cap. 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.- May call it early by and by:-Good night. [Exe. SCENE V.-Juliet's chamber. Enter Romeo and Juliet. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye, Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away; (1) Reflection of the moon. (2) Inclination. It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps. Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes; Enter Nurse. Nurse. Madam! Jul. Nurse? 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. Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll de scend. [Romeo descends. lord! my Jul. Art thou gone so? my love! friend! my I must hear from thee every day i'the hour, Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul: Methinks, I see thee now thou art below, (1) Division was the technical phrase for musical composition. (2) A tune played to wake hunters, also a morning song to a woman the day after marriage. As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. [Exit Romeo. La. Cap. [Within.] Ho, daughter! are you up? Jul. Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother? Is she not down so late, or up so early? What unaccustom'd cause procures1 her hither? Enter Lady Capulet. 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 shows much of love; But much of grief shows still some want of wit. Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. La. Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend Which you weep for. Jul. Feeling so the loss, As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo. Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; (1) Brings. And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer lives. Jul. Ay, 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 not: Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,- Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful time: What are they, I beseech your ladyship? La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness, morn, The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, |