And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next Par. Monday, my lord. Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon; Therefore, we'll have some half a dozen friends, Go Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding day. May call it early by and by. that we Good night. SCENE V. JULIET'S Chamber. Enter ROMEO and JULIET. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, I must be gone and live, or stay and die. [Exeunt. It is some meteor that the sun exhales, Jul. It is, it is; hie hence, be gone, away!" Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes; Rom. More light and light? more dark and dark our woes. Nurse. Madam! Jul. Nurse. Enter Nurse. Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber: The day is broke; be wary, look about. Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. [Exit Nurse. Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend. [ROMEO descends. Jul. Art thou gone so? love, lord! ay, husband, friend! I must hear from thee every day in the hour, For in a minute there are many days: O! by this count I shall be much in years Ere I again behold my Romeo. Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. Jul. O! think'st thou, we shall ever meet again? Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul: [Exit ROMEO. La. Cap. [Within.] Ho! daughter, are you up? What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither? Enter Lady CAPULET. La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet? Jul. Madam, I am not well. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. La. Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend Which you weep for. I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him Jul. What villain, Madam? La. Cap. That same villain, Roméo Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer lives. Jul. Ay, Madam, from the reach of these my hands. Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not : Then, weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua, Where that same banish'd runagate doth live, Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram That he shall soon keep Tybalt company: And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him! La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings', girl. Jul. And joy comes well in such a needy time. What are they, I beseech your ladyship? La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child; One who, to put thee from thy heaviness, Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that? La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn, The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, The county Paris, at Saint Peter's church Shall happily make thee a joyful bride. Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter too, He shall not make me there a joyful bride. Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. Rather than Paris. La. Cap. Here comes your father; tell him so yourself. And see how he will take it at your hands. Enter CAPULET and Nurse. Cap. When the sun sets, the earth doth drizzle dew; But for the sunset of my brother's son, It rains downright. How now! a conduit, girl? what! still in tears? Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife! La. Cap. Ay, Sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. I would, the fool were married to her grave! Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife. Is she not proud? doth she not count her bless'd, So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? Jul. Not proud you have, but thankful that Proud can I never be of what I hate; But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. you have: Cap. How now! how now, chop-logic! What is this? and, I thank you, · Proud, - and, I thank you not; |