Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rom. Enter old Capulet, his Wife and Paris.
Cap. Cap.
Cap. Things haue falne out sir so vnluckily,
Cap. That we haue had no time to moue our Daughter:
Cap. Looke you, she Lou'd her kinsman Tybalt dearely,
Cap. And so did I. Well, we were borne to die.
Cap. 'Tis very late, she'l not come downe to night:
Cap. I promise you, but for your company,
Cap. I would haue bin a bed an houre ago.
Par. Par.
Par. These times of wo, affoord no times to wooe:
Par. Madam goodnight, commend me to your Daughter.
Lady. Lady.
Lady. I will, and know her mind early to morrow,
Lady. To night, she is mewed vp to her heauinesse.
Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Cap. Of my Childes loue: I thinke she will be rul'd
Cap. In all respects by me: nay more, I doubt it not.
Cap. Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed,