Capulet. 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,
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?