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To beare a poyfon, I would temper it :
That Romeo fhould vpon receit thereof,

Soone fleepe in quiet. O 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 slaughtered him.

Mo. Find thou the meanes, and Ile find fuch a man, But now Ile tell thee ioyfull tidings gyrle.

Iu. And ioy comes well in fuch a needy time, What are they *, beseech your ladyship?

M. Well, well, thou haft a carefull father child. One who to put thee from thy heauines,

Hath forted out a fudden day of ioy,

That thou expects not, nor I lookt not for.

Iu. 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 ioyfull bride.
Iu. Now by faint Peters church, and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a joyfull bride.
I wonder at this haft, that I must wed

Ere he that should + 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 fo your felfe: And fee how he will take it at your hands.

Enter Capulet and Nurse.

Ca. When the fun fets, the earth doth drifle deaw, But for the funfet of my brothers fonne,

It raines downright. How now a conduit girle, what still in

teares.

they, I.

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Euermore

Euermore fhowring in one little body?

Thou counterfaits. A barke, a fea, a wind:
For ftill thy eyes, which I may call the fea,

Doe ebbe and flow with teares, the barke thy body is:
Sayling in this falt floud, the windes thy fighes,
Who raging with thy teares and they with them,
Without a fudden calme will ouer fet

Thy tempeft toffed body. How now wife,
Haue you deliuered to her our decree?

La. I fir, but she will none, fhe giues you thankes,
I would the foole were married to her graue.

Ca. Soft take me with you, take me with you wife,
How will shee none? doth fhe not giue vs thanks?
Is the not proud? doth fhe not count her bleft,
Vnworthy as fhe is, that we have wrought

So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroome?

Iu. Not proud you haue, but thankfull that you haue : 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 miftriffe 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 fickneffe carrion, out you baggage,
You tallow face.

La. Fie, fie, what are you mad?

Iu. Good father, I befeech you on my knees,
Heare me with patience, but to fpeake a word.
Fa. Hang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch,
I tell thee what, get thee to church a Thursday,
Or neuer after looke me in the face.

#thats meant in.

Speake

Speake not, replie not, do not anfwere me.

My fingers itch, wife, we scarce thought vs bleft,
That God had lent vs but this onely child,
But now I fee this one is one too much,
And that we haue a curfe in hauing her :
Out on her hilding.

Nur. God in heauen bleffe her:

You are too blame my lord to rate her fo.

Fa. And why my lady wifdom, hold your tongue,
Good prudence, fmatter with your goffips, go.
Nur. Ifpeake no treafon,

* Father, O godigeden,

May not one fpeake?

Fa. Peace you mumbling foole,

Vtter your grauitie ore a goffips 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, ftill 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 fay with honourable parts,
Proportioned as ones thought would wish 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, Ile pardon you,

Graze where you will, you shall not house with me:
Looke too't, thinke on't, I do not vfe to ieft.

This line is given to the father, and the following one to the nurse, +(as they say.)

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Thursday

Thursday is neere, lay hand on heart, aduise,
And you be mine, Ile giue you to my friend,

And you be not, hang, beg, ftarue, dye in the streets,
For by my foule, Ile nere acknowledge thee,
Nor what is mine fhall neuer doe thee good:
Trust too't, bethinke you, Ile not be forfworne.
Juliet. Is there no pitie fitting in the cloudes,
That fees into the bottome of my griefe?
O fweet my mother caft 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,

Exit.

Mo. Talke not to me, for Ile not fpeake a word,

Do as thou wilt, for I haue done with thee.

Exit,

Juliet. O God. O nurfe, how fhall this be preuented?

My husband is on earth, my faith in heauen,

How shall that faith returne againe to earth,

Vnleffe that hufband fend it me from heauen,
By leaving earth? comfort me, counfaile me ;

Alacke, alacke, that heauen fhould practise stratagems
Vpon fo foft a fubiect as my felfe.

What faift thou, haft thou not a word of ioy?

Some comfort nurfe.

Nur. Faith here it is, Romeo is banished, and all the world.

to nothing,

That he dares nere come backe to challenge you:

Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth.

Then fince the case so stands as now it doth,

I thinke it beft you married with the countie,
O hees a louely gentleman :

Romeos a difhclout to him, an eagle madam
Hath not fo greene, fo quicke, fo faire an eye
As Paris hath, befhrow my very heart,
I thinke you are happy in this fecond match,

For

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. Speakeft thou from thy heart?

Nur. And from my foule too, or elfe befhrew them both.

lu. Amen.

Nur. What?

Iu. Well thou haft comforted me maruailous much,
Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,

Hauing difpleafde my father, to Lawrence cell,
To make confeffion, and to be abfolu'd.

Nur. Marrie I will, and this is wifely done.
Iu. Auncient damnation, O most wicked fiend,
Is it more fin to wish me thus forfworne,
Or to dispraise my lord with that fame tongue,
Which she hath praifde him with aboue compare,
So many thousand times? Goe counsellor,
Thou and my bofome henceforth fhall be twaine:
Ile to the frier to know his remedie,

If all elfe faile, my felfe 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 fo,

And I am nothing flow to flacke his haft.

Fri. You fay you doe not know the ladies minde? Vneuen is the courfe, I like it not.

Pa. Immoderately fhe weepes for Tibalts death,
And therefore haue I little talke of loue,

For Venus fmiles not in a house of teares,
Now fir, her father counts it dangerous

That she doth giue her forrow fo much fway:
And in his wifedome hafts our mariage,

Exit.

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