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 to-night;  
I promise you, but for your company,  
I would have been a-bed an hour ago.  
_Paris._ These times of woe afford no time to woo.--  
Madam, good night; commend me to your daughter.  
_Lady Capulet._ I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;  
To-night 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.  
O' Thursday let it be; o' Thursday, tell her,  
She shall be married to this noble earl.  
Will you be ready? do you like this haste?  
We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two;  
For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,  
It may be thought we held him carelessly,  
Being our kinsman, if we revel much.  
Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,  
And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?Paris. My lord, I would that Thursday were to-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. Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho! Afore me, it is so very late, that we May call it early by and by. Good night. [Exeunt.]

SCENE V. Juliet's Chamber Enter ROMEO and JULIET

Juliet. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the 

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