BENVOLIO.
Away, be gone; the sport is at the best.
ROMEO.
Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
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 [to 2 Capulet], 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 there, 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.
