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ROMEO AND JULIET. 89 

And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next — 
But, soft ! what day is this ? 

-^^"'^"*- Monday, my lord. 

Capidet Monday ! ha, ha ! Well, Wednesday is too 
soon; 

0' 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 ? 
Paris. My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow. 
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. 

Scene V. Juliet's Chamber. 
Enter Romeo and Juliet. 
Juliet. Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day : 
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,