CAPULET. Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon; O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her, Will you be ready? do you like this haste ? 20 24 27 Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,; 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. That we may call it early by and by. 32 Good-night. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-The Same. JULIET'S Chamber. Enter ROMEO and JULIET. JULIET. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day ROMEO. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, SH. VII 8 13 Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone. JULIET. It is, it is; hie hence, be gone, away! 20 24 28 32 Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes; NURSE. Your lady mother is coming to your chamber: The day is broke; be wary, look about. 39 [Exit. JULIET. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. ROMEO. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend. JULIET. friend! [Descends. Art thou gone so ? my lord, my love, my I must hear from thee every day in the hour, O! by this count I shall be much in years ROMEO. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. 44 48 JULIET. serve O! think'st thou we shall ever meet again? For sweet discourses in our time to come. 52 56 ROMEO. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu ! [Exit. JULIET. O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle : If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him 61 64 LADY CAPULET. [Within.] Ho, daughter! are you up? JULIET. Who is 't that calls? is it my lady mother? Is she not down so late, or up so early? What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither? Enter LADY CAPULET. LADY CAPULET. Why, how now, Juliet! JULIET. 68 Madam, I am not well. LADY CAPULET. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What! wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? And if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live; Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love ; But much of grief shows still some want of wit. JULIET. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. LADY CAPULET. So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend Which you weep for. JULIET. Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. 76 LADY CAPULET. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. 80 LADY CAPULET. That same villain, Romeo. JULIET. [Aside.] Villain and he be many miles asunder. God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart. LADY CAPULET. lives. 84 That is because the traitor murderer JULIET. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands. Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! LADY CAPULET. thou not: I'll send to one in Mantua, Then weep no more. JULIET. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied 88 92 96 100 LADY CAPULET. Find thou the means, and I'll find But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. JULIET. And joy comes well in such a needy time: What are they, I beseech your ladyship? 104 LADY CAPULET. 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. 108 JULIET. Madam, in happy time, what day is that? LADY CAPULET. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, 113 116 The County Paris, at Saint Peter's church, LADY CAPULET. so yourself, 120 124 Here comes your father; tell him And see how he will take it at your hands. Enter CAPULET and Nurse. CAPULET. dew; When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle 128 But for the sunset of my brother's son It rains downright. How now! a conduit, girl? what! still in tears? Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife! 132 13 LADY CAPULET. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. I would the fool were married to her grave! 140 CAPULET. Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife. How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks? Is she not proud? doth she not count her bless'd, Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? +145 JULIET. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have: |