Romeo collapses in despair when Friar Laurence tells him that the Prince has exiled him. The Nurse brings Romeo Juliet’s ring and urges him to go and comfort her. Friar Laurence directs Romeo to visit Juliet secretly, then escape to Mantua until reconciliation is possible.
SCENE IV. A Room in Capulet’s House.
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet and Paris.
CAPULET
Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckilyThat 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 abed an hour ago.
PARIS
These times of woe afford no tune to woo.Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter.
LADY CAPULET
I will, and know her mind early tomorrow;Tonight she’s mew’d up to her heaviness.
CAPULET
Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tenderOf my child’s love. I think she will be rul’dIn 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.
CAPULET
Monday! Ha, ha! Well, Wednesday 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?
PARIS
My lord, I would that Thursday were tomorrow.
CAPULET
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 meAn exclamation invoking God as one’s witness., it is so very very late that weMay call it early by and by. Good night.