1 And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
2 Come, Montague, for thou art early up, To see thy son and heir more early down.
3 I will, and know her mind early tomorrow; Tonight she's mew'd up to her heaviness.
4 Hold, take this letter; early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
5 This letter he early bid me give his father, And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, If I departed not, and left him there.
6 Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church, Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
7 Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad, Where underneath the grove of sycamore That westward rooteth from this city side, So early walking did I see your son.
8 I fear too early: for my mind misgives Some consequence yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels; and expire the term Of a despised life, clos'd in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death.