That we have had no time to move cur daughter. I would have been a-bed an hour ago. Par. Thefe times of woe afford no time to wooe. Madam, good night; commend me to your daughter. La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to-morrow. To-night the's mew'd up to her heavineis. Cop. Sir Paris, I will make a separate tender And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next,— Par. Monday, my ord. Cap. Monday Ha! ha! well, Wednesday is too On Thurfday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her, [foon, Will you be ready? Do you like this hafe? Therefore we'll have fome half a-dozen friends, morrow. Cap. Weil, get you gone-on Thurfday be it then Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed. To Lady Cap.. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding day. Farewel, my Lord Light to my chamber, hoa!. 'Fore me, it is fo very late, that we May call it early by and by. Good night. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Juliet's chamber locking to the garden. Enter Romeo and Juliet, above, at a window; a ladder of ropes fet. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks 'Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day • Stands tiptoe on the misty mountains' tops. 'I must be gone, and live; or stay, and die. Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it well It is fome meteor that the fun exhales, To be this night a torch-bearer, And light thee on thy way to Mantua; Then stay a while, thou shalt not go fo feon. I'll fay, yon grey is not the morning's eye, Straining harth difcords, and unpleafing fharps. Some fay, the lark and lothed toad change eyes; Nurfe. Your Lady mother's coming to your chamber: * Alludag to the notion of the vulgar; because the lark, with a fweet pipe, bath little ug y eyes; and the toad large and fine buc a difinal croaking voice. eyes, The The day is broke, be wary look about. [Exit Nurfe. Jul Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Rom. Farewel, farewel; one kiss, and I'll defcend. Romeo defcends. Jul. Art thou gone fo? love! lord! ah husband ! I must hear from thee ev'ry day in th' hour, [friend ! For in a minute there are many days. O, by this count I fhall be much in years Rom. Farewel: I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes fhall ferve [Exit Romeo.. Jul. O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle, what doft thou with him That is renown'd for faith? be fickle, Fortune: For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long, But fend him back. Enter Lady Capulet. La Cap. Ho, daughter, are you up? Ful Who is't that calls is it my Lady-mother? What unaccuftom'd caufe procures *her hither ? La Cap. Why how now, Juliet? Jul Madam, I am not well. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your coufin's death? What wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? An' if thou could't, thou could't not make him live; Therefore have done. Some grief fhews much of love; But much of grief fhews ftill fome want of wit. Jul. Yet let me weep for fuch a feeling lofs. * procures, for brings. La. Cap. La. Cap. So fhall you feel the lofs, but not the friend Which you do weep for. Jul. Feeling fo the lofs, I cannot chufe but ever weep the friend. La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'ft not fo much for his As that the villain lives which flaughter'd him. [death, Jul. What villain, Madam? La. Cap. That fame villain, Romeo. Jul. Villain and he are many miles afunder. [Afide. 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 lives. Jul. I, Madam from the reach of these my hands:'Would none but I might 'venge my coufin's death! La. Cap We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not; Then weep no more. I'll fend to one in Mantua, Where that fame banish'd runagate doth live, Shall give him fuch an unaccustom'd dram, That he fhall foon keep Tybalt company. And then I hope thou wilt be fatisfied. Jul Indeed I never fhall be fatisfied With Romeo, till I behold him -deadIs my poor heart fo for a kinsman vex'd ? Madam, if you could find out but a man To bear a poifon, I would temper it; That Romeo fhould, upon receipt thereof, Soon fleep in quiet. To hear him nam'd ་ O, how my heart abhors To wreck the love I bore my flaughter'd coufin, La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find fuch a But now I tell thee joyful tidings, girl. [man. Jul. And joy comes well in fuch a needful time. What are they, I beseech your Ladyfhip? La Cap. Well, well, thou haft a careful father, child: One who, to put thee from thy heaviness, Hath forted out a fudden day of joy, That thou expect'ft not, nor. I look'd not for. Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is this? La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday mora, The gallant, young and noble gentleman, Shall Shall happily make thee a joyful bride. Jul. Now, by St. Peter's church, and Peter too, It fhall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, La. Cap. Here comes your father, tell him fo yourself, And fee how he will take it at your hands. Enter Capulet, and Nurse. Cap. When the fun fets, the air doth drizzle dew; But for the funfet of my brother's fon It rains downright How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Thou counterfeit'ft a bark, a fea, a wind; For fill thy eyes, which I may call the sea, Thy tempeft-toffed body-How now, wife? La. Cap. Ay, Sir; but fhe will none, fhe gives you But thankful even for hate that is meant love. [have. Cap. How now! how now! Chop logic! what is Proud! and I thank you! and I thank you not! [this? And yet not proud!- Why, Mistress Minion you, Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds; But fettle your fine joints 'gainft Thuriday next, Το go with Paris to Saint Peter's church: Or |