How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? 700 Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind: Thy tempest-tossed body.-How now, wife? La. Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks; I would, the fool were married to her grave! 710 Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife.. How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks? Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest, Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? Jul. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have : Proud can I never be of what I hate; But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. this? 720 Proud-and, I thank you-and, I thank you not— And yet not proud-Mistress minion, you, Or 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. 731 Cap. Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch! I tell thee what,-get thee to church o' Thursday, Or never after look me in the face: Speak not, reply not, do not answer me; My fingers itch.-Wife, we scarce thought us blest, Nurse. God in heaven bless her! You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. 740 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, For here we need it not. La. Cap. You are too hot. 750 Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad: Day, night, late, early, At At home, abroad, alone, in company, 760 Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, Graze where you will, you shall not house with me; Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise: An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i' the streets, 770 Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. [Exit. That sees into the bottom of my grief?— 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 pre vented? My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; 781 By leaving earth ?-comfort me, counsel me.- What say'st thou hast thou not a word of joy? Nurse. 'Faith, here 'tis : Romeo Is banished; and all the world to nothing, Romeo's a dish-clout to him; an eagle, madam, I think you are happy in this second match, Or else beshrew them both. Jul. Amen! Nurse. What? 790 800 Jul. Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. Go in; and tell my lady I am gone, Having displeas'd my father, to Lawrence' cell, 810 Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. [Exit. Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend! Is it more sinto 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. 820 [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE 1. Friar LAWRENCE'S Cell. Enter Friar LAWRENCE, and PARIS. Friar. On Thursday, sir? the time is very short. Par. My father Capulet will have it so ; And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste. 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 little have I talk'd of love; Iij For |