Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cap. But soft, what day is this?
Par. Par.
Par. Monday my Lord.
Cap. Cap.
Cap. Monday, ha ha: well Wendsday is too soone,
Cap. A Thursday let it be: a Thursday tell her,
Cap. She shall be married to this Noble Earle:
Cap. Will you be ready? do you like this hast?
Cap. Weele keepe no great adoe, a Friend or two,
Cap. For harke you, Tybalt being slaine so late,
Cap. It may be thought we held him carelesly,
Cap. Being our kinsman, if we reuell much:
Cap. Therefore weele haue some halfe a dozen Friends,
Cap. And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?
Paris. Paris.
Paris. My Lord,
Paris. I would that Thursday were to morrow.
Cap. Well, get you gone, a Thursday, be it then:
Cap. Go you to Iuliet ere you go to bed,