_Rom._ Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. _Nurse._ Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:[995] Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.[996] [_Exit._ _Rom._ How well my comfort is revived by this! 165 _Fri._ Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:[997][998] Either be gone before the watch be set,[997] Or by the break of day disguised from hence:[997][999] Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man, And he shall signify from time to time 170 Every good hap to you that chances here: Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night. _Rom._ But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell.[1000] [_Exeunt._ 175 SCENE IV. _A room in Capulet's house._[1001] _Enter_ CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, _and_ PARIS.[1002] _Cap._ Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily That we have had no time to move our daughter.[1003] 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 to-night: 5 I promise you, but for your company,[1004] I would have been a-bed an hour ago.[1004][1005] _Par._ These times of woe afford no time to woo.[1006] Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter. _La. Cap._ I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;[1007] 10 To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.[1007][1008] _Cap._ Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender[1009] Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled[1010] In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.[1011] Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; 15 Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;[1012] And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next--[1013][1014] But, soft! what day is this? _Par._ Monday, my lord. _Cap._ Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon;[1014] O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her,[1015][1016] 20 She shall be married to this noble earl.[1015] Will you be ready? do you like this haste?[1015] We'll keep no great ado; a friend or two;[1017] For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, It may be thought we held him carelessly, 25 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?[1018] _Par._ My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.[1019]