Please join us for a fun evening as our guests take turns jabbing and thanking Mitch Pearlstein, the man who accomplished what clichéd wisdom once thought impossible: founding a conservative think tank in – of all places – Minnesota! Dr. Pearlstein, whose momentous work will continue as Founder and Senior Fellow, led Center of the American Experiment for a quarter century with intellectual rigor, civility and the respect of people across the political spectrum. The evening’s proceeds will support Mitch’s passion for strengthening education, expanding parental choice, and turning back politically correct meddling on what is taught at schools…
Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS
Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,
That we have had no time to move our daughter:
Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
And so did I:--Well, we were born to die.
'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night:
I promise you, but for your company,
I would have been a-bed an hour ago.
PARIS These times of woe afford no time to woo.
Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.
LADY CAPULET I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;
To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness.
CAPULET Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled
In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.
Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;
Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;
And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next--
But, soft! what day is this?
PARIS Monday, my lord,
CAPULET Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,
O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her,
She shall be married to this noble earl.
Will you be ready? do you like this haste?
We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two;
For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,
It may be thought we held him carelessly,
Being our kinsman, if we revel much:
Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,
And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?
PARIS My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.
CAPULET Well get you gone: o' Thursday be it, then.
Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,
Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.
Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!
Afore me! it is so very very late,
That we may call it early by and by.
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Romeo and Juliet (SparkNotes Literature Guide Series)