O lamentable day! LADY CAPULET. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, The County Paris hath set up my everlasting rest; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your pennyworths now. Sleep for a falconer’s voice To lure this tassel-gentle back again. Bondage is hoarse and may not have access To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; And she brings news, and every cat and dog, And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in the Fifth Act, at Mantua. THE PROLOGUE Enter Chorus. CHORUS. Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we have a curse in having her.