Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:[995]
Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.[996] [Exit.
Rom. How well my comfort is revived by this! 165
Fri. Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:[997][998]
Either be gone before the watch be set,[997]
Or by the break of day disguised from hence:[997][999]
Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
And he shall signify from time to time 170
Every good hap to you that chances here:
Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.
Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
It were a grief, so brief to part with thee:
Farewell.[1000] [Exeunt. 175
Scene IV. A room in Capulet's house.[1001]
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris.[1002]
Cap. Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily
That we have had no time to move our daughter.[1003]
Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
And so did I. Well, we were born to die.
'Tis very late; she'll not come down to-night: 5
I promise you, but for your company,[1004]
I would have been a-bed an hour ago.[1004][1005]
Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo.[1006]
Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.
La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;[1007] 10
To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.[1007][1008]