Romeo and Juliet (Folio 1, 1623)
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Enter old Capulet, his Wife and Paris.
¶That we haue had no time to moue our Daughter:
¶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.
¶Madam goodnight, commend me to your Daughter.
¶Lady. I will, and know her mind early to morrow,
¶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.
¶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,
2020It may be thought we held him carelesly,
¶Being our kinsman, if we reuell much:
¶Therefore weele haue some halfe a dozen Friends,
¶Paris. My Lord,
2025I would that Thursday were to morrow.
¶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.
