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To beare a poyson, I would temper it :
That Romeo should upon receit thereof,
Soone sleepe in quiet, О how my heart abhors
To heare him namde and cannot come to him,
To wreake the loue I bore my cozin,
V pon his body that hath Naughtered him.
Mo. Find thou the meanes, and Ile find such a man,
But now Ile tell thee ioyfull tidings gyrle.
lu. And ioy comes well in such a needy time, What are they *, beseech your ladyship?
M. Well, well, thou hast a carefull father child.
One who to put thee from thy heauines,
Hath sorted out a sudden day of ioy,
That thou expects not, nor I lookt not for.
lu. Madam in happy time, what day is that?
M. Marry my child, early next Thursday morne,
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
The countie Paris at faint Peters church,
Shall happly make thee there a joyfull bride.
lu. Now by faint Peters church, and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a joyfull bride.
I wonder at this hast, that I must wed
Ere he that sbould + be husband comes to wooe :
I pray you tell my lord and father madam,
I will not marrie yet, and when I doe, I sweare
It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate
Rather then Paris, these are newes indeede.
M. Here comes your father, tell him so your selfe:
And see how he will take it at your hands.
Enter Capulet and Nurse.
Ca. When the sun sets, the earth doth drille deaw,
But for the sunset of my brothers fonne,
It raines downright. How now a conduit girle, what Nill in
Euermore showring in one little body?
Thou counterfaits. A barke, a sea, a wind :
For still thy eyes, which I may call the fea,
Doe ebbe and Aow with teares, the barke thy body is :
Sayling in this falt floud, the windes thy sighes,
Who raging with thy teares and they with them,
Without a fudden calme will ouer set
Thy tempest tossed body. How now wife,
deliuered to her our decree?
La. I fir, but she will none, she giues you thankes,
I would the foole were married to her
Ca. Soft take me with you, take me with you wife,
How will shee none? doth Me not giue vs thanks ?
Is she not proud ? doth she not couot her blest,
Vnworthy as she is, that we have wrought
So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroome ?
Iu. Not proud you have, but thankfull that you have :
Proud can I neuer be of what I hate,
But thankfull euen for hate, that is meant * loue.
Ca. How now, how now, chopt lodgick, what is this?
Proud and I thanke you, and I thanke you not,
And yet not proud mistrisse minion you ?
Thanke me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
But fettle your fine ioints gainst Thursday next,
To go with Paris to faint Peters church :
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
Out you greene sicknesse carrion, out you baggage,
You tallow face.
La. Fie, fie, what are you mad?
lu. Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Heare me with patience, but to speake a word.
Fa. Hang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch,
I tell thee what, get thee to church a Thurfday,
Or neuer after looke me in the face.
(bats meant in.
Speake not, replie not, do not answere me.
My fingers itch, wife, we scarce thought vs blest,
That God had lent vs but this onely child,
But now I see this one is one too much,
And that we haue a curse in hauing her :
Out on her hilding.
Nur. God in heauen blese her :
You are too blame my lord to rate her so.
Fa. And why my lady wisdom, hold your tongue,
Good prudence, smatter with your gossips, go.
Nur. Ispcake no treason, * Father, O godigeden, May not one speake?
Fa. Peace you mumbling foole,
Vtter your grauitie ore a gossips bowle,
For here we need it not.
Wi. You are too hot.
Fa. Gods bread, it makes me mad,
Day, night, houre, tide, time, worke, play,
Alone in companie, fill my care hath bin
To haue her matcht, and hauing now prouided
A gentleman of noble parentage,
Of faire demeanes, youthfull and nobly allied,
Stuft as they fayt with honourable parts,
Proportioned as ones thought would with a man,
And then to haue a wretched puling foole,
A whining mammet, in her fortunes tender,
To answere, Ile not wed, I cannot loue :
I am too young, I pray you pardon me.
But and you will not wed, lle pardon you,
Graze where you will, you shall not house with me:
Looke too't, thinke on't, I do not vse to ieft.
* This line is given to the father, and the following one to the nurse.
tras obey say.)
Thursday is neere, lay hand on heart, aduise,
And you be mine, Ile giue you to my friend,
And you be not, hang, beg, starue, dye in the streets,
For by my soule, Ile nere acknowledge thee,
Nor what is mine shall neụer doe thee good :
Trust too't, bethinke you, Ile not be forsworne. Exit.
Iuliet. Is there no pitie sitting in the cloudes,
That fees into the bottome of my griefe ?
O sweet my mother cast me not away,
Delay this marriage, for a month, a weeke,
Or if you do not, make the bridall bed
In that dim monument where Tibalt lies,
Mo. Talke not to me, for Ile not speake a word,
Do as thou wilt, for I haue done with thee.
Iuliet. O God. O nurse, how shall this be preuented ?
My husband is on earth, my faith in heauen,
How shall that faith returne againe to earth,
Vnlerle that husband send it me from heauen,
By leauing earth ? comfort me, counfaile me :
Alacke, alacke, that heauen should practise stratagems
V pon so soft a subiect as my selfe.
What faist thou, hast thou not a word of ioy ?
Some comfort ourse.
Nur. Faith here it is, Romeo is banished, and all the world
That he dareş nere come backe to challenge you :
Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
Then since the case so stands as now it doth,
I thinke it best you married with the countie,
O hees a louely gentleman :
Romcos a dishclout to him, an eagle madam
Hath not so greene, so quicke, so faire an eye
As Paris hath, beshrow my very heart,
I thinke you are happy in this second match,
For it excels your first, or if it did not,
Your first is dead, or twere as good he were,
As liuing here and you no vse of him.
Iu. Speakest thou from thy heart?
Nur. And from my soule too, or else beshrew them both.
Nur. What ?
lu. Well thou hast comforted me maruailous much,
Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,
Hauing displeasde my father, to Lawrence cell,
To make confession, and to be absolu'd.
Nur. Marrie I will, and this is wisely done.
Iu. Auncient damnation, O most wicked fiend,
Is it more fin to with me thus forsworne,
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue,
Which she hath praisde him with aboue compare,
So many thousand times? Goe counsellor,
Thou and my bosome henceforth shall be twaine :
Ile to the frier to know his remedie,
If all else faile, my selfe haue power to die.
Enter Frier and countie Paris.
Fri. On Thursday fir, the time is very short.
Pa. My father Capulet will haue it so,
And I am nothing now to slacke his hast.
Fri. You say you doe not know the ladies minde?
Vneuen is the course, I like it not.
Pa. Immoderately she weepes for Tibalts death,
And therefore haue I little talke of loue,
For Venus smiles not in a house of teares,
Now sir, her father counts it dangerous
That she doth giue her sorrow fo much sway:
And in his wisedome hasts our mariage,