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Romeo and Juliet, III. iv 

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 times 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.

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

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,

 2 move: propose anything to

6 promise: assure

11 mew'd: shut

heaviness: grief

12 desperate: reckless

tender: offer

