Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cap. Acquaint her here, of my Sonne Paris Loue,
Cap. And bid her, marke you me, on Wendsday next,
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.