To beare a poyfon, I would temper it : Soone fleepe in quiet. O how my heart abhors 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, Shall happly make thee there a ioyfull bride. Ere he that should + be husband comes to wooe : 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. + muß. K3 Euermore Euermore fhowring in one little body? Thou counterfaits. A barke, a fea, a wind: Doe ebbe and flow with teares, the barke thy body is: Thy tempeft toffed body. How now wife, La. I fir, but she will none, fhe giues you thankes, Ca. Soft take me with you, take me with you wife, 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? Thanke me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. Out you greene fickneffe carrion, out you baggage, La. Fie, fie, what are you mad? Iu. Good father, I befeech you on my knees, #thats meant in. Speake Speake not, replie not, do not anfwere me. My fingers itch, wife, we scarce thought vs bleft, 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, * 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, Of faire demeanes, youthfull and nobly allied, But and you will not wed, Ile pardon you, Graze where you will, you shall not house with me: This line is given to the father, and the following one to the nurse, +(as they say.) K 4 Thursday Thursday is neere, lay hand on heart, aduise, And you be not, hang, beg, ftarue, dye in the streets, 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, Alacke, alacke, that heauen fhould practise stratagems 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, Romeos a difhclout to him, an eagle madam 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, Hauing difpleafde my father, to Lawrence cell, Nur. Marrie I will, and this is wifely done. If all elfe faile, my felfe haue power to die. Enter Frier and countie Paris. Fri. On Thursday fir, the time is very short. 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, For Venus fmiles not in a house of teares, That she doth giue her forrow fo much fway: Exit. To |