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ACT III, Scene iv |
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Act III Scene iv: A room in
Capulet's house. Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and
PARIS. |
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CAPULET |
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Because of recent unhappy events,
we've had no time to talk to our daughter.
You see, she loved her cousin Tybalt dearly,
and so did I. Well, we're all born to die.
It's very late; she won't come down tonight.
I assure you, if you had not been here,
I would have been to bed an hour ago. |
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PARIS |
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This time of sorrow is not the
time to court her.
Madam, good night. Give my regards to your daughter. |
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LADY CAPULET |
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I will. And I'll find out what
she thinks, tomorrow.
Tonight, she's shut up in her room with her grief. |
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CAPULET |
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Sir, I'll make a rash offer
of my daughter's love. I think she'll obey me
in everything. No, I don't doubt that she'll listen to me.
Wife, go to her before you go to bed
and tell her of Paris's love.
Also tell her--are you listening to me?--that this next Wednesday--
Wait! What day is this? |
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PARIS |
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Monday, my lord. |
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CAPULET |
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Monday! (Laughs) Well then, Wednesday is too soon.
Let it be on Thursday! (To Lady Capulet) Tell her
that on Thursday
she shll be married to this noble ear.
(To Paris) Can you be ready? How do these speedy
arrangements strike you?
We won't have a big wedding--just a friend or two.
For really, since Tybalt was killed so recently,
it could be thought that we didn't care much for him,
one of our relatives, if we celebrated too much.
Therefore we'll invite just a half a dozen friends,
and that will be all. How is Thursday for you, Paris?
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PARIS |
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My lord, I wish Thursday were
tomorrow. |
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CAPULET |
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Well, go now. It will be on Thursday,
then.
(To his wife) Go to Juliet before you go to bed,
and prepare her for her wedding day. (To Paris)
Goodbye, my lord. (To servants) Give me a light to
my bedroom.
By heaven, it's so late,
we'll soon have to call it early. Good night. |
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They exit. |
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