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Romeo and Juliet

by William Shakespeare

Act 3, Scene 4 Easiest-to-Read Edition

 

 

 



Romeo and Juliet Act 3, Scene 4



A room in Capulet's house

Romeo and Juliet Act 3, Scene 4

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS

CAPULET

Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,

That we have had no time to move our daughter.

move=influence

Look you, she loved 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,

but=except

I would have been abed an hour ago.

 

CAPULET

Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,

That we have had no time to move our daughter.

Look you, she loved 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 abed an hour ago.

 

PARIS

These times of woe afford no time to woo.

Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter.

 

PARIS

These times of woe afford no time to woo.

Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter.

 

LADY CAPULET

I will and know her mind early tomorrow.

Tonight she is mewed up to her heaviness.

mewed=cooped up

heaviness=grief

 

LADY CAPULET

I will and know her mind early tomorrow.

Tonight she is mewed up to her heaviness.

 

CAPULET

Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender

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

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 Wednesday next—

But, soft! What day is this?

 

CAPULET

Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender

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

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 Wednesday next—

But, soft! What day is this?

 

PARIS

Monday, my lord.

 

PARIS

Monday, my lord.

 

CAPULET

Monday! Ha, ha. Well, Wednesday is too soon,

O' Thursday let it be.—O' 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,

late=recently

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?

 

CAPULET

Monday! Ha, ha. Well, Wednesday is too soon,

O' Thursday let it be.—O' 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?

 

PARIS

My lord, I would that Thursday were tomorrow.

 

PARIS

My lord, I would that Thursday were tomorrow.

 

CAPULET

Well get you gone. O' Thursday be it, then.—

(to Lady Capulet) Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed.

Prepare her, wife, against this wedding day.—

against=for

Farewell, my lord.—Light to my chamber, ho!

Afore me! It is so very late,

That we may call it early by and by.—

by and by=soon

Good night.

 

CAPULET

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.

 

Exeunt

Exeunt

 

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