Paris. My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.
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Capulet. Well, get you gone; o' 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 late, that we
May call it early [by and by].—Good night. [Exeunt.