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I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
I will not marry yet; and when I do, I swear,
It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
La. Cap. Here comes your father ; tell him so

yourself,
And see how he will take it at your hands.

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Enter CAPULET and Nurse.

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Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew But for the sunset of my brother's son, It rains downright.--How now, a conduit, girl? what, still in tears ? 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

delivered 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 blessed, 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 ?

1 Thus the quarto 1597. The quarto 1599, and the folio, read,“ the earth doth drizzle dew,” which is philosophically true; and so, perhaps, the Poet wrote.

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Proud,-and, I thank you,--and, I thank you not ;--
And yet not proud.—Mistress minion, you,
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
But settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,
To
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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. 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 blessed,
Tắat God had 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!
Nurse.

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

tongue,
Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.

Nurse. I speak no treason.
Сар.

0, God ye good den! Nurse. May not one speak? Сар. .

Peace, you mumbling fool! Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl, For here we need it not.

You are too hot. Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad. Day, night,

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At home, abroad, alone, in company,
Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been
To have her matched; and having now provided
A gentleman of princely parentage,
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly trained,
Stuffed, (as they say,) with honorable parts,
Proportioned as one's heart could 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 ;-
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 ;
An you 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,
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?
0, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
Or, if

you do not, make my 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. 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.
Nurse.

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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.
0, he's a lovely gentleman!
Romeo's a dishclout 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,
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

From my soul too;
Or else beshrew them both.
Jul.

Amen! Nurse.

To what? Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. Go in; and tell my lady I am gone, Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell, To make confession, and to be absolved. 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 praised 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.

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Fri. 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 have I little talked of love;
For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous,
That she doth give her sorrow so much sway; ;
And, in his wisdom, hastes our marriage,
To stop the inundation of her tears;
Which, too much minded by herself alone,
May be put from her by society.
Now do you know the reason of this haste.
Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slowed.?

[ Aside Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.

Enter JULIET.

Par. Happily met, 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?

1 The meaning of Paris is, there is nothing of slowness in me, to induce
me to slacken or abate his haste ; but the words the Poet has given him
import the reverse. The first edition reads,

“And I am nothing slack to slow his haste."
2 To slow and to foreslow were anciently in common use as verbs.

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