Romeo and Juliet Translation Act 3, Scene 4
Things have fall’n out, sir, so unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daughter. 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 tonight. I promise you, but for your company, I would have been abed an hour ago.
Sir, everything has gone so badly that we haven’t had any time to speak with Juliet about marrying you. She loved her cousin Tybalt dearly, as did I. Well, we were all born to die. It’s very late. She won’t be coming downstairs tonight. In fact, if I wasn’t meeting with you, I’d have gone to bed an hour ago.
Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS.
These times of woe afford no time to woo.Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter.
Painful times provide no chance for love. Lady Capulet, good night. Speak well of me to your daughter.
I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.Tonight she is mewed up to her heaviness.
I will. And I’ll find out how she feels about marrying you early tomorrow. Tonight she is locked in her room with her sadness.
Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Of my child’s love. I think she will be ruled In all respects by me. Nay, more, I doubt it not.— Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed. Acquaint her here of my son Paris’ love, And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next— But, soft! What day is this?
Monday, my lord.
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?
My lord, I would that Thursday were tomorrow.
Well, get you gone. O' Thursday be it then. [To his wife] 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.
They all exit.
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