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Scene 4

A room in Capulet’s house.

(Capulet; Lady Capulet; Paris)

Paris has come to see Capulet to find out if Juliet has an answer for him, but given events he feels it is no time to speak of these matters. Capulet, however, decides to presume that Juliet will consent and arranges for she and Paris to marry in three days. He insists that it be a small wedding, so that they will not seem to be slighting Tybalt’s death. He sends Lady Capulet to inform Juliet of this decision. (36 lines)

Enter old Capulet, his Wife, and Paris.


Things have fall’n out, sir, so unluckily

That we have had no time to move our daughter.

Look you, she lov’d her kinsman Tybalt dearly,

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

’Tis very late, she’ll not come down tonight.

I promise you, but for your company,

I would have been a-bed an hour ago.


These times of woe afford no times to woo.

Madam, good night, commend me to your daughter.


I will, and know her mind early tomorrow;

Tonight she’s mewed up to her heaviness.

Paris offers to go in, and Capulet calls him again.


Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender

Of my child’s love. I think she will be rul’d

In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.

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

Acquaint her here of my son Paris’ love,

And bid her—mark you me?—on We’n’sday next—

But soft, what day is this?


Monday, my lord.


Monday! Ha, ha! Well, We’n’sday is too soon,

A’ 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,

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 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.—

Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,

Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.

Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber ho!

Afore me, it is so very late that we

May call it early by and by. Good night.



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