Pulls his night-cap over his eyes.
Chorus. Air, “Sabre du mon pére.”
Pull on your night-cap, your night-cap, your night-cap!
Pull on your night-cap, and take yourself to bed.
(Repeat.)
(Quick change.)
Scene 2. A Wood. (Should it be found necessary to drop the curtain, scene 2 and scene 3 can be run into one.)
Enter Mercutio, L.
If I had a beau for a soldier would go,
Do you think I’d marry him? No, no, no!