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Thy tempest-tossed body - How now, wife?
La. Cap. Ay, Sir; but she will none, she gives you 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 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. 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
with Paris to St. Peter's church : Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
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.
Cap. Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!
Nurse. God in heaven bless her!
Cap. And why, my lady wisdom ? hold your congue, Good prudence, smatter with your gossips, go.
Nurse. I speak no treason O, god-ye-good-denMay not one speak?
Cap. Peace, peace, you mumbling fool ;
La. Cap. You are too hot.
[early, Cap. God's bread, it makes me mad: day, night, late, At home, abroad, alone, in company, Waking or Neeping, still my care hath been To have her match'd; and having now provided A gentleman of noble parentage, Of fair demeans, youthful, and nobly allied, 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, A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, To answer, I'll not wed, - I cannot love, I am too young,
I pray you, pardon me
Jul. Is there no picy 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 prevented ? 7. Alack,' that heav'n should practise stratagems Upon so soft a subject as my self!
Nurse. Faith, here it is :
Then 7 Alack, alack,
Then since the case fo stands as now it doth,
Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart?
Nurse. And from my soul,
Jul. Well, thou haft comforted me marvellous much ;
A C T IV. S CE N E I.
Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris.
ON Thursday, Sir! the time is
Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
Fri. I would I knew not why it should be now'd. [Aside. Look, Sir, here comes the Lady tow'rds my cell.
Enter Juliet. Par. Welcome, my love, my lady and my wife! Jul. That may be, Sir, when I may be a wife. Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next: Jul. What must be, shall be. Fri. That's a certain text. Par. Come you to make confession to this father ? Jul. To answer that were to confess to you. Par. Do not deny to him that you love me.
Jul. I will confess to you that I love him.
Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price
Par. Poor foul, thy face is much abus'd with tears.
Jul. The tears have got small victory by that: For it was bad enough before their spight.
Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.
Jul. That is no Nander, Sir, which is but truth, And what I speak, I speak it to my face.
Par. Thy face is mine, and thou haft Nander'd it.
Jul. It may be fo, for it is not mine own.
Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. My Lord, I must intreat the time alone.
Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion! Juliet, farewel, and keep this holy kiss! Exit Paris.
Jul. Go shut the door, and when thou hast done fo, Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, past help.
Fri. O Juliet, I already know your grief;
Jul. Tell me not, Friar, that thou hear’st of this,