La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo. Jul. Villain and he be many miles asunder. God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. La. Cap. That is, because the traitor lives. Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands. 'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's death! La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not: Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,- Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied To wreak the love I bore my cousin Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him! La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. Jul. And joy comes well in such a needy time: What are they, I beseech your ladyship? La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child; One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness, Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that? morn, The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, Jul. Now, by St. Peter's church, and Peter too, La. Cap. Here comes your father; tell him so your self, And see how he will take it at your hands. Enter CAPULET and NURSE. Cap. When the sun sets, the earth doth drizzle dew; But for the sunset of my brother's son, It rains downright. How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? 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! 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 bless'd, Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? VOL. VII. M 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-logic! What is this? Proud,-and, I thank you,-and, I thank you not;Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, But settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, То go with Paris to St. Peter's church, Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage! La. Cap. Fie, fie! what, are you mad? 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 bless'd, Nurse. God in heaven bless her! You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. 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! Peace, you mumbling fool! You are too hot. Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl, La. Cap. Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad. Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play, Alone, in company, still my care hath been Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, [Exit. 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; What say'st thou hast thou not a word of joy? Nurse. 'Faith, here 't is Romeo Romeo 's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam, Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart? Nurse. Or else beshrew them both. Jul. Nurse. From my soul too; Amen! What? Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. Go in ; and tell my lady I am gone, Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell, Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. [Exit. Is it more sin-to wish me thus forsworn, If all else fail, myself have power to die. | Exit |