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The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter too,
La. Cap. Here comes your father: tell him so yourself; And see how he will take it at your hands.
Enter Capulet and Nurse.
Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle
How now! a conduit, girl? what! still in tears?
La. Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. I would, the fool were married to her grave!
Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife.
How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?
Jul. Not proud you have, but thankful that you
Cap. How now! how now, chop-logic! What is this? 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 fettle 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! out, you baggage! You tallow face!
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.
Cap. Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient
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.
Nurse. May not one speak?
Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool!
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,
La. Cap. You are too hot.
Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad.
Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
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Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
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 ! — 0 Nurse! how shall this be prevented? 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
Is banished; and all the world to nothing,
Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart?
Nurse. And from my soul too;
Or else beshrew them both.
Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. Go in; and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell,
To make confession, and to be absolv'd.
Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.
Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend! 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; If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Exit.
Scene I. — Friar Laurence's Cell.
ON Thursday, sir? the time is very short.
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 have I little talk'd of love; For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous, That she doth give her sorrow so much sway; And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,