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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 lieart.
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 lave vengeance for it, fear thou
Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I 'll find such
But now I 'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
Jul. And joy comes well in such a needy time :
Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
Jul. Now, by St. Peter's church, and Peter tvo,
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 tear3 ? 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,-raging 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
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 ?
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, To 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! You tallow face! La. Cap.
Fie, fie! what, are you mani ? Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
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, That God had lent 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 ! 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.
0, God ye good den!
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. Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad. Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
Alone, in company, still my care hath been
Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
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 !--O nurse! how shall this be pre
vented ? 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.
'Faith, here 't is : Romeo
Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart ?
From my soul too;
What? Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. and tell
my lady I am gone, Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell, To make confession, and to be absoly'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; If all else fail, myself have power to die. | Exit