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Beg pardon of thy Prince, and call thee back,
Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir : Hie you,
make haste, for it grows very late. Rom. How well my comfort is reviy'd by this !
Fri. Sojourn in Mantua ; I'll find out your man; And he shall signify, from time to time, Every good hap to you that chances here: Give me thy hand; "Tis late, farewell, good night.
Rom. But that a joy, past joy, calls out on me, It were a grief so soon to part with thee. [Exeunt.
Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS.
Par. These times of grief afford no time to woo : Madam, good night, commend me to your daughter.
Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Of my child's love: I think she will be ruld In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not. But, soft; what day? Well, Wednesday is too soon, On Thursday, let it be, you shall be marry'd. We'll keep no great ado-a friend or twoFor, hark you, Tibalt 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's an end. But what say you to Thursday?
Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to
Cap. Well, get you gone-on Thursday be it
then: Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed :
[To LADY CAPULET. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding day. Farewell, my lord Good night.
Enter Romeo and Juliet.
Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
I think abs will he ruld
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