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SC. III.
ROMEO AND JULIET
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Either be gone before the watch be set, |
Rom. | But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell. [Exeunt.175 |
Cap. | 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 to-night:5 I promise you, but for your company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago. |
Par. | These times of woe afford no time[C 4] to woo. Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter. |
Lady Cap. | I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;10 |