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How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? 7oo
Evermore showering In one little body
Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind :
For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,-
Without a sudden calm, will overset
Thy tempest-tossed body.—How now, wife
Have you deliver'd to her our decree ?
La. Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you
thanks; 71o
I would, the fool were married to her gravel
Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you,
wife. -
How I will she none doth she not give us thanks
Is she not proud doth she not count her blest,
Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?
Jul. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you
have :
Proud can I never be of what I hate;
But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.
Cap. How now how now ! chop logick? What is
this 2 720
Proud—and, I thank you—and, I thank you not—
And yet not proud—Mistress minion, you, -
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
But settle your fine joints gainst Thursday next,
To go with Paris to saint Peter's church

Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.

out, you green sickness carrion 1 out, you baggage 1

You tallow-face 1
La. Cap. Fie, fie! what are you mad!
jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees,

Hear me with patience but to speak a word. 731 Cap. Hang thee, young baggage | disobedient wretch

I tell thee what, get thee to church o' Thursday,
Or never after look me in the face : -
Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;
My fingers itch.-Wife, we scarce thought us blest,
That God hath sent us but this only child;
But now I see this one is one too much,
And that we have a curse in having her:
Out on her, hilding ! . - 749
Nurse. God in heaven bless her!— -
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
Cap. And why, my lady wisdom hold your
tongue,
Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
Nurse. I speak no treason. -
Cap. O, God ye good den I
Nurse. May not one speak
Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool!
Utter your gravity o’er a gossip's bowl,
For here we need it not. 750
La. Cap. You are too hot.
Cap. God's bread it makes me mad : Day, night,
late, early, -

At

At home, abroad, alone, in company,
Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been
To have her match'd : and having now provided
A gentleman of princely parentage,
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
Stuff'd (as they say) with honourable parts,
Proportion’d as one's thought would wish a man,—
And then to have a wretched puling fool, 769
A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
To answer—I'll not wed, –I cannot love,
I am too young, I pray you, pardon me;—
But, an you will not wed, I’ll pardon you:
Graze where you will, you shall not house with me;
Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.
Thursday is near ; lay hand on heart, advise:
An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;
An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i' the streets,
For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, 770
Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:
Trust to"t, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. [Exit.
Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
That sees into the bottom of my grief ?—
O, sweet my mother, cast me not away !
Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. .
La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a
word;
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. . [Exit.

Jul. O God! —O nurse 1 how shall this be prevented : 781

My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
How shall that faith return again to earth,
Unless that husband send it me from heaven
By leaving earth —comfort me, counsel me.—
Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems
Upon so soft a subject as myself!—
What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort, nurse.

Nurse. 'Faith, here 'tis : Romeo 790
Is banished; and all the world to nothing,
That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;
Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
I think it best you married with the county.
Oh! he's a lovely gentleman
Romeo's a dish-clout to him; an eagle, madam,
Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
I think you are happy in this second match, 8oo
For it excels your first : or if it did not,
Your first is dead; or, 'twere as good he were,
As living here and you no use of him.

Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart

Nurse. And from my soul too; Or else beshrew them both.

Jul. Amen :

Nurse. What?

jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.

Go in; and tell my lady I am gone, 81o
Having displeas'd my father, to Lawrence’ cell,
To make confession, and to be absolv’d.

Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.

[Exit.

Jul. Ancient damnation 1 O most wicked fiendl Is it more sin—to wish me thus forsworn, Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue Which she hath prais'd him with above compare So many thousand times —Go, counsellor; Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.— I'll to the friar, to know his remedy; 82d If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Exit.

ACT IV. SCENE I.

Friar LAw REN ce's Cell. Enter Friar LAw RENce, and PARIs.

Friar.

ON Thursday, sir? the time is very short.
Par. My father Capulet will have it so;
And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste.
Fri. You say, you do not know the lady's mind;
Uneven is the course, I like it not.
Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
And therefore little have I talk'd of love;
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