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I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
Enter CAPULET and Nurse.
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
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.
2 Capulet, as Steevens observes, uses this as a nickname. The hyphen
Proud,-and, I thank you,--and, I thank you not ;--
with Paris to Saint Peter's church,
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
God in heaven bless her!
Nurse. I speak no treason.
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,
is wanting in the old copy: “ Choplogyk is he that whan his mayster rebuketh his servaunt for his defawtes, he will give him xx wordes for one, or elles he will hydde the devylles paternoster in scylence."--The xxiiii Orders of Knaves, blk. l.
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At home, abroad, alone, in company,
I cannot love,
Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
you do not, make my bridal bed
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
'Faith, here 'tis. Romeo Is banished; and all the world to nothing,
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That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you ;
Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart ?
From my soul too;
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 :
Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
[ Aside Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife!
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
“And I am nothing slack to slow his haste."
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