Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily,

3.4.419961958That we have had no time to move our daughter.

3.4.519971959Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,

3.4.619981960And so did I. Well, we were born to die.

3.4.719991961'Tis very late; she'll not come down tonight.

3.4.820001962I promise you, but for your company,

3.4.920011963I would have been abed an hour ago.

These times of woe afford no times to woo.

3.4.1120031965Madam, goodnight, commend me to your daughter.

I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.

3.4.1320051967Tonight she's mewed up to her heaviness.

Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender

3.4.1520071969Of my child's love; I think she will be ruled

3.4.1620081970In all respects by me. Nay, more, I doubt it not.

3.4.1720091971Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;

3.4.1820101972Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love

3.4.1920111973And bid her,--mark you me?--on Wednesday next.

3.4.2020121974But soft, what day is this?

Monday, my Lord.

Monday, ha ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon.

3.4.2320151977A Thursday let it be, a Thursday tell her

3.4.2420161978She shall be married to this noble earl.

3.4.2520171979Will you be ready? Do you like this haste?

3.4.2620181980We'll keep no great ado--a friend or two.

3.4.2720191981For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,

3.4.2820201982It may be thought we held him carelessly,

3.4.2920211983Being our kinsman, if we revel much.

3.4.3020221984Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,

3.4.3120231985And there an end, but what say you to Thursday?

My lord, I would that Thursday were tomorrow.

Well, get you gone, a Thursday be it then.--

3.4.3420271988[To Wife] Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed.

3.4.3520281989Prepare her, wife, against this wedding day.

3.4.3620291990Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!

3.4.3720301991Afore me, it is so very late that we may call it early by and by.

3.4.3820311992Goodnight.