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  • Title: Romeo and Juliet (Modern, Quarto 2)
  • Editor: Erin Sadlack

    • ISBN: 1-55058-299-2

    Copyright Erin Sadlack. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Erin Sadlack
    Not Peer Reviewed

    Romeo and Juliet (Modern, Quarto 2)

    [Scene 14/III.iv]
    Enter old Capulet, his wife, and Paris.
    1995Capulet
    Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily,
    That we have had no time to move our daughter.
    Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
    And so did I. Well, we were born to die.
    'Tis very late; she'll not come down tonight.
    2000I promise you, but for your company,
    I would have been abed an hour ago.
    Paris
    These times of woe afford no times to woo.
    Madam, goodnight, commend me to your daughter.
    Capulet's Wife
    I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.
    2005Tonight she's mewed up to her heaviness.
    Capulet
    Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
    Of my child's love; I think she will be ruled
    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 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.
    2015A Thursday let it be, a 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,
    2020It 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 tomorrow.
    Capulet
    Well, get you gone, a Thursday be it then.--
    [To Wife] Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed.
    Prepare her, wife, against this wedding day.
    Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!
    2030Afore me, it is so very late that we may call it early by and by.
    Goodnight.
    Exeunt.
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