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Enter olde Capolet.
Capo. Why how now, euermore showring?
The to it?
Moth. I haue, but she will none she thankes ye : Would God that she were married to her graue.
Capo. What will she not, doth she not thanke vs, doth she not wexe proud ?
lul. Not proud ye haue, but thankfull that ye haue :
Gapo. Proud and I thanke you, and I thanke you not,
Iul. Good father heare me fpcake.
She knocles downe.
Cap. I tell thee what, eyther resolue on Thursday next
But now I see this one is one too much,
Nur. Mary God in heauen blesse her my lord,
Cap. And why my lady wisedome? hold your tung, Good prudence smatter with your gossips, goe.
Nur. Why my lord I speake no treason.
Cap. Oh goddegodden.
Mo. My lord ye are too hotte.
Cap. Gods blessed mother wife it mads me, Day, night, early, late, at home, abroad, Alone, in company, waking or sleeping, Still my care hath beene to see her matcht. And hauing now found out a gentleman, Of princely parentage, youthfull, and nobly trainde. Stuft as they say with honorable parts, Proportioned as ones heart coulde wish a man: And then to haue a wretched whyning foole, A puling mammet in her fortunes tender, To say I cannot loue, I am too young, I pray you pardon mee? But if you cannot wedde Ile pardon you. Graze where you will, you shall not house with me. Looke to it, thinke ont, I do not vse to ielt. I tell yee what, Thursday is neere, Lay hand on heart, aduise, bethinke your selfe, If you be mine, Ile giue you to my frend : If not, hang, drowne, starue, beg, Dye in the streetes: for by my soule Ile neuer more acknowledge thee, Nor what I haue shall euer doe thee good, Thinke ont, looke toot, I doe not vse to ieft:
lul. Is there no pitty hanging in the cloudes,
Moth. Nay be assured I will not speake a word.
Exit. Iul. Ah nurse what comfort? what counsell canst thou give
Nur. Now trust me madame, I know not what to say :
Iul. Speakst thou this from thy heart ?
Iul. Well, thou hast comforted me wondrous much,
Shee lookes after nurse.
That thon haft praisde him with aboue compare
Enter Fryer and Paris.
Fr. On Thursday say ye : the time is very short,
Par. My father Capolet will haue it so, And I am nothing flacke to Now his hast.
Fr. You say you doe not know the ladies minde?
Par. Immoderately she weepes for Tybalts death,
Fr. I would I knew not why it should be flowd.
Heere comes the lady to my cell,
Par. Welcome my loue, my lady and my wife :
Par. Do not deny to him that you loue me. lul. I will confesse to you that I loue him, Par. So I am sure
will that you loue me. Iul. And if I doe it wil be of more price, Being spoke behinde your backe, than to your face.
Par. Poore soule, thy face is much abus'd with teares.
Iul. The teares haue got small victory by that,
Par. Thy face is mine and thou hast llaundred it.
Iu. It may be fo, for it is not mine owne.
Fr. My leasure ferues me pensiue daughter now,
Par. God sheild I should disturbe deuotion, Iuliet farwell, and keep this holy kisse.
Exit Paris lu. Goe shut the doore and when thou hast done so, Come weepe with me that am past cure, past help,
Fr. Ah Iuliet I already know thy griefe,
lul. Tell me not frier that thou hearst of it,