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Enter Old Capulet； his Wife； and Paris。
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
abed an hour ago。 Par。 These times of woe afford no tune to woo。 Madam；
good night。 Commend me to your daughter。 Lady。 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。
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？ Par。 My lord； I would that Thursday were to…morrow。 Cap。
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 me； It is so very very late That we may call it
early by…and…by。 Good night。 Exeunt
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SCENE V。 Capulet's orchard。
Enter Romeo and Juliet aloft； at the Window。
Jul。 Wilt thou be gone？ It is not yet near day。 It was the nightingale；
and not the lark； That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear。 Nightly she
sings on yond pomegranate tree。 Believe me； love； it was the nightingale。
Rom。 It was the lark； the herald of the morn； No nightingale。 Look； love；
what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder East。 Night's
candles are burnt out； and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain
tops。 I must be gone and live； or stay and die。 Jul。 Yond light is not
daylight； I know it； I。 It is some meteor that the sun exhales To be to thee
this night a torchbearer And light thee on the way to Mantua。 Therefore
stay yet； thou need'st not to be gone。 Rom。 Let me be ta'en； let me be put
to death。 I am content； so thou wilt have it so。 I'll say yon grey is not the
morning's eye； 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow； Nor that is not
the lark whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high above our heads。 I
have more care to stay than will to go。 Come； death； and welcome！ Juliet
wills it so。 How is't； my soul？ Let's talk； it is not day。 Jul。 It is； it is！ Hie
hence； be gone； away！ It is the lark that sings so out of tune； Straining
harsh discords and unpleasing sharps。 Some say the lark makes sweet
division； This doth not so； for she divideth us。 Some say the lark and
loathed toad chang'd eyes； O； now I would they had chang'd voices too；
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray； Hunting thee hence with
hunt's…up to the day！ O； now be gone！ More light and light it grows。 Rom。
More light and light… more dark and dark our woes！ Enter Nurse。
Nurse。 Madam！ Jul。 Nurse？ Nurse。 Your lady mother is coming to
your chamber。 The day is broke； be wary； look about。 Jul。 Then； window；
let day in； and let life out。 ＇Exit。＇ Rom。 Farewell； farewell！ One kiss； and
I'll descend。 He goeth down。 Jul。 Art thou gone so； my lord； my love； my
friend？ I must hear from thee every day in the hour； For in a minute there
are many days。 O； by this count I shall be much in years Ere I again
behold my Romeo！ Rom。 Farewell！ I will omit no opportunity That may
convey my greetings； love； to thee。 Jul。 O； think'st thou we shall ever meet
again？ Rom。 I doubt it not； and all these woes shall serve For sweet
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discourses in our time to come。 Jul。 O God； I have an ill…divining soul！
Methinks I see thee； now thou art below； As one dead in the bottom of a
tomb。 Either my eyesight fails； or thou look'st pale。 Rom。 And trust me；
love； in my eye so do you。 Dry sorrow drinks our blood。 Adieu； adieu！
Exit。 Jul。 O Fortune； Fortune！ all men call thee fickle。 If thou art fickle；
what dost thou with him That is renown'd for faith？ Be fickle； Fortune； For
then I hope thou wilt not keep him long But send him back。 Lady。 ＇within＇
Ho； daughter！ are you up？ Jul。 Who is't that calls？ It is my lady mother。 Is
she not down so late； or up so early？ What unaccustom'd cause procures
her hither？
Enter Mother。 Lady。 Why； how now； Juliet？ Jul。 Madam； I am not
well。 Lady。 Evermore weeping for your cousin's death？ What； wilt thou
wash him from his grave with tears？ An if thou couldst； thou couldst not
make him live。 Therefore have done。 Some grief shows much of love； But
much of grief shows still some want of wit。 Jul。 Yet let me weep for such a
feeling loss。 Lady。 So shall you feel the loss； but not the friend Which you
weep for。 Jul。 Feeling so the loss； I cannot choose but ever weep the friend。
Lady。 Well； girl； thou weep'st not so much for his death As that the villain
lives which slaughter'd him。 Jul。 What villain； madam？ Lady。 That same
villain Romeo。 Jul。 ＇aside＇ Villain and he be many miles asunder。… God
pardon him！ I do； with all my heart； And yet no man like he doth grieve
my heart。 Lady。 That is because the traitor murderer lives。 Jul。 Ay； madam；
from the reach of these my hands。 Would none but I might venge my
cousin's death！ Lady。 We will have vengeance for it； fear thou not。 Then
weep no more。 I'll send to one in Mantua； Where that same banish'd
runagate doth live； Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram That he
shall soon keep Tybalt company； And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied。
Jul。 Indeed I never shall be satisfied With Romeo till I behold him… dead…
Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd。 Madam； if you could find out but
a man To bear a poison； I would temper it； That Romeo should； upon
receipt thereof； Soon sleep i