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How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? 700
710 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 proudě 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. How now! how now ! chop logick? What is this?
720 Proud—and, I thank you and, I thank you notAnd yet not proud-Mistress minion, you, Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, But settle your fine joints ’gainst Thursday next, To go with Paris to saint 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. 731 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 blest, That God hath 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!
740 Nurse. God in heaven bless her! You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. Cap. And why, my lady wisdom ? hold your
Nurse. I speak no treason.
Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool!
750 La. Cap. You are too hot. Cap. God's bread ! it makes me mad : Day, night, late, early,
At home, abroad, alone, in company,
be mine, I'll give you to my friend ;
Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
you do not, make the 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.
Ful. O God! - nurse ! how shall this be prevented ?
781 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. 'Faith, here 'tis : Romeo
790 Is banished ; and all the world to nothing, 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. Oh! he's a lovely gentleman ! Romeo's a dish-clout 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, 800 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. And from my soul too ;
Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous
much. Go in; and tell my lady I am gone,
810 Having displeas'd my father, to Lawrence' cell, To make confession, and to be absolv’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 ;
820 If all else fail, myself have power to die.
ACTIV. SCENE I.
Friar LAWRENCE's Cell. Enter Friar LAWRENCE,
Par. My father Capulet will have it so;
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 little have I talk'd of love; Iij