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88 ROMEO AND JULIET. And lie shall signify from time to time Every good hap to you that chances here. Give me thy hand ; 'tis late : farewell ; good night. Romeo. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to part with thee. Farewell. [Exeunt. Scene IV. A Room in Ca^ulet^s House. Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris. - Capulet. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daughter. Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I. — Well, we were born to die. — 'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night ; I promise you, but for your company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago. Paris. These times of woe afford no time to woo. Madam, good night ; commend nie to your daughter. Lady Capulet. I will, and know her mind early to- morrow ; To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness. Capulet. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Of my child's love : I think she will be rul'd 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.