Shakespeare's Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet

by William Shakespeare

Benvolio. Away, be gone; the sport is at the best.

Romeo. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.

Capulet. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;

We have a trifling [foolish] banquet towards.—

Is [it e'en so?] why, then, I thank you all;

I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.—

More torches here!—Come on then, let's to bed.

Ah, sirrah, [by my fay], it waxes late;

I'll to my rest. [Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse.