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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Roger Apfelbaum
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Romeo and Juliet (Folio 1, 1623)


Enter old Capulet, his Wife and Paris.
1995Cap. Things haue falne out sir so vnluckily,
That we haue had no time to moue our Daughter:
Looke you, she Lou'd her kinsman Tybalt dearely,
And so did I. Well, we were borne to die.
'Tis very late, she'l not come downe to night:
2000I promise you, but for your company,
I would haue bin a bed an houre ago.
Par. These times of wo, affoord no times to wooe:
Madam goodnight, commend me to your Daughter.
Lady. I will, and know her mind early to morrow,
2005To night, she is mewed vp to her heauinesse.
Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Of my Childes loue: I thinke 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,
2010Acquaint her here, of my Sonne Paris Loue,
And bid her, marke you me, on Wendsday next,
But soft, what day is this?
Par. Monday my Lord.
Cap. Monday, ha ha: well Wendsday is too soone,
2015A Thursday let it be: a Thursday tell her,
She shall be married to this Noble Earle:
Will you be ready? do you like this hast?
Weele keepe no great adoe, a Friend or two,
For harke you, Tybalt being slaine so late,
2020It may be thought we held him carelesly,
Being our kinsman, if we reuell much:
Therefore weele haue some halfe a dozen Friends,
And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?
Paris. My Lord,
2025I would that Thursday were to morrow.
Cap. Well, get you gone, a Thursday, be it then:
Go you to Iuliet ere you go to bed,
Prepare her wife, against this wedding day.
Farewell my Lord, light to my Chamber hoa,
2030Afore me, it is so late, that we may call ir early by and by,
Goodnight.
Exeunt.