CAPULET: What day is today?
PARIS: Monday, my lord.
CAPULET: Monday! Ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon. Let it be on Thursday.
On Thursday, tell her, she'll be married to this noble earl. Will you be ready? Do you approve of this haste?
We'll keep the celebration simple—just a friend or two.
As Tybalt was so recently slain, people might think we don't care for his memory if we celebrate too grandly. Therefore, we'll have some half dozen friends and no more. What do you say to Thursday?
PARIS: My lord, I wish Thursday were tomorrow.
CAPULET: Well, go on home. Thursday it is, then.
Visit Juliet before you go to bed. Prepare her, my wife, for this wedding day.
Farewell, my lord. I'm off to my chambers.
By god, it's so late that soon we can call it early. Good night.