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Capulet:
Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone,
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
Is it e’en so? Why then, I thank you all;
I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.
More torches here! Come on then, let’s to bed.
Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late,
I’ll to my rest.
(Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse.)
Juliet:
Come hither, Nurse. What is yond gentleman?
Nurse:
The son and heir of old Tiberio.
Juliet:
What’s he that now is going out of door?
Nurse:
Marry, that I think be young Petruchio.
Juliet:
What’s he that follows here, that would not dance?
Nurse:
I know not.
Juliet:
Go ask his name. If he be married,
My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
Nurse:
His name is Romeo, and a Montague,
The only son of your great enemy.
Juliet:
My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
Nurse:
What’s this? What’s this?
Juliet:
A rhyme I learn’d even now
Of one I danc’d withal.
(One calls within, ‘Juliet’.)
Nurse:
Anon, anon!
Come let’s away, the strangers all are gone.
(Exeunt.)