Monday! Ha, ha. Well, Wednesday is too soon.
A' Thursday let it be, a' Thursday, tell her,
She shall be married to this noble earl.
Will you be ready? Will you make 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?