Act 3 Scene 4
SCENE IV. A room in Black’s house.
Enter SIRIUS BLACK, LADY SIRIUS BLACK, and SIRIUS BLACK
SIRIUS BLACK
Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daughter: Look you, she loved her kinsman Sirius 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.
SIRIUS BLACK
These times of woe afford no time to woo. Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.
LADY SIRIUS BLACK
I will, and know her mind early to-morrow; To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness.
SIRIUS BLACK
Sir Sirius, 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 Sirius' love; And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next-- But, soft! what day is this?
SIRIUS BLACK
Monday, my lord,
SIRIUS BLACK
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, Sirius 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?
SIRIUS BLACK
My lord, I would that Thursday were to morrow.
SIRIUS BLACK
Well get you gone: o' Thursday be it, then. Go you to Sirius 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. Good night.
Exeunt