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• Romeo and Juliet: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Prologue.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: Verona. a Public Place.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Street.
• Scene III.—: The Same. a Room Incapulet’shouse.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. a Street.
• Scene V.—: The Same. a Hall Incapulet’shouse.
• Prologue.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: Verona. a Lane By the Wall Ofcapulet’sorchard.
• Scene II.—: The Same.capulet’sorchard.
• Scene III.—: The Same.friar Laurence’scell.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. a Street.
• Scene V.—: The Same.capulet’sgarden.
• Scene VI.—: The Same.friar Laurence’scell.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: Verona. a Public Place.
• Scene II.—: The Same.capulet’sorchard.
• Scene III.—: The Same.friar Laurence’scell.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. a Room Incapulet’shouse.
• Scene V.—: The Same.juliet’schamber.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: Verona.friar Laurence’scell.
• Scene II.—: The Same. Hall Incapulet’shouse.
• Scene III.—: The Same.juliet’schamber.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. Hall Incapulet’shouse.
• Scene V.—: The Same.juliet’schamber.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: Mantua. a Street.
• Scene II.—: Verona.friar Laurence’scell.
• Scene III.—: The Same. a Churchyard; In It a Monument Belonging to Thecapulets.

Scene IV.—

The Same. A Room inCapulet’sHouse.

EnterCapulet, Lady Capulet,andParis.

Cap.

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 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.

Lady Cap.

I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;

To-night she’s mew’d up to her heaviness.

Cap.

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 Wednesday next—

But, soft! what day is this?

Par.

Monday, my lord.

Cap.

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?

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 very late,

That we may call it early by and by.

Good-night.

[Exeunt.