Imatges de pÓgina

How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? 700
Evermore showering? In one little body
Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind :
For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
Who,ếraging with thy tears, and they with them,
Without a sudden calm, will overset
Thy tempest-tossed body:-How now, wife?
Have you deliver'd to her our decree?
La. Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you

710 I would, the fool were married to her grave ! Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you,

wife. How ! will she none? doth she not give us thanks ? Is she not proudě 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. Cap. How now! how now ! chop logick? What is this?

720 Proud—and, I thank you and, I thank you notAnd yet not proud-Mistress minion, you, Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, But settle your fine joints ’gainst Thursday next, To go with Paris to saint Peter's church


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, That God hath sent us but this only child; But now I see this one is one too much, And that we have a curse in having her: Out on her, hilding!

740 Nurse. God in heaven bless her! You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. Cap. And why, my lady wisdom ? hold your

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.

750 La. Cap. You are too hot. Cap. God's bread ! it makes me mad : Day, night, late, early,


At home, abroad, alone, in company,
Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been
To have her match'd : and having now provided
A gentleman of princely parentage,
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
Stuff’d (as they say) with honourable parts,
Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man,-
And then to have a wretched puling fool, 760
A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
To answer-I'll not wed, -1 cannot love,-
I am too young,—I pray you, pardon me ;-
But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you:
Graze where you will, you shall not house with me;
Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.
Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise :

be mine, I'll give you to my friend ;
An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i'the streets,
For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, 770
Nor what is mine shall never do thee good :
Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. [Exit.

Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
That sees into the bottom of my grief ?-
O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
Delay this marriage for a month, a week;

you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a

word; Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. · [Exit.

An you

Or, if

Ful. O God! - nurse ! how shall this be prevented ?

781 My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven ; How shall that faith return again to earth, Unless that husband send it me from heaven By leaving earth ?-comfort me, counsel me.Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems Upon so soft a subject as myself! What say'st thou ? hast thou not a word of joy? Some comfort, nurse. Nurse. 'Faith, here 'tis : Romeo

790 Is banished ; and all the world to nothing, That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you ; Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, I think it best you married with the county. Oh! he's a lovely gentleman ! Romeo's a dish-clout to him ; an eagle, madam, Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye As Paris hath, Beshrew my very heart, I think you are happy in this second match, 800 For it excels your first : or if it did not, Your first is dead; or, 'twere as good he were, As living here and you no use of him.

Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart?

Nurse. And from my soul too ;
Or else beshrew them both.

Jul. Amen!
Nurse. What?

Jul. Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous

much. Go in; and tell my lady I am gone,

810 Having displeas'd my father, to Lawrence' cell, To make confession, and to be absolv’d. Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.

[Exit. Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend ! Is it more sin-to 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 ;

820 If all else fail, myself have power to die.



Friar LAWRENCE's Cell. Enter Friar LAWRENCE,

and PARIS.

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


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