Is set on fire by thine own ignorance, And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.3 Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady; Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all the night, To hear good counsel: O, what learning is! 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. [Exit Nurse. 3 Torn to pieces with thine own weapons. Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this! Fri. Go hence: Good night! and here stands all your state; 4 Either be gone before the watch be set, Farewell. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. A Room in Capulet's House. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and PARIS. Cap. Things have fallen 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 to-night: I promise you, but for your company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago. Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo: Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter. La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to morrow: To-night she's mew'd3 up to her heaviness. Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate 6 tender Of my child's love: I think, she will be rul'd In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not. 4 The whole of your fortune depends on this. 5 Shut up. 6 Bold. Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; Par. Monday, my lord. Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon, O' Thursday let it be;-o' Thursday, tell her, Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, And there an end. But what say you to Thursday? Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to morrow. Cap. Well, get you gone: -O' 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. SCENE V. Juliet's Chamber. Enter ROMEO and JULIET. [Exeunt. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away: Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes: O, now I would they had chang'd voices too! 7 Reflection of the moon. 8 Inclination. 9 Division was the technical phrase for musical composition. Hunting thee hence with hunts-up1 to the day. dark our woes. more dark and Enter Nurse. Nurse. Madam! Jul. Nurse? Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber: The day is broke; be wary, look about. [Exit Nurse. Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll de scend. [ROMEO descends. love! my lord! my I must hear from thee every day i'the hour, Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity Jul. O, think'st thou, we shall ever meet again? Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come. Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul: 1 A-tune played to wake hunters, also a morning song to a woman the day after marriage. |