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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 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 ? 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.
You are too hot.
- I pray you, pardon me,
hilding !] i.e. A base, low, menial wretch ; derived by some from hind. erling, a Devonshire word signifying degenerate.-NARES.
An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i'the streets,
Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word;
Jul. O God!-0 nurse! how shall this be prevented ?
'Faith, here 'tis : Romeo
I think it best you married with the county.] The character of the nurse exhibits a just picture of those whose actions have no principles for their foundation. She has been unfaithful to the trust reposed in her by Capulet, and is ready to embrace any expedient that offers, to avert the consequences of her first infidelity.-STEEVENS.
From my soul too;
To what? Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. Go in; and tell my lady I am gone, Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell, To make confession, and to be absolv'd.
Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. [Erit.
Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
Scene I.-Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter Friar LAURENCE and PARIS. 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,
• And I am nothing slow, &c.] His haste shall not be abated by my slow ness.JOHNSON.
Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.
[Aside. Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife!
That's a certain text.
Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears.
Jul. The tears have got small victory by that; For it was bad enough, before their spite. Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that
Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.
be for it is not mine own.you at leisure, holy father, now; Or shall I come to you at evening mass ?p
Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now:My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion !
[Exit Paris, Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me: Past hope, past cure, past help!
Fri. Ab, Juliet, I already know thy grief; p Or shall I come to you at evening mass ?) Juliet means vespers. There is no such thing as evening mass. “Masses (as Tynes Moryson observes) are only sung in the morning and when the priests are fasting.”-Ritson.
It strains me past the compass of my wits:
Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,
Fri. Hold daughter; I do spy a kind of hope, Which craves as desperate an execution As that is desperate which we would prevent. If, rather than to marry county Paris, Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself; Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this shame, That cop'st with death himself to scape from it; And, if thou dar’st, I'll give thee remedy.
Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower;
9 Shall be the label to another deed,] The seals of deeds in our author's time were not impressed on the parchment itself on which the deed was written; but were appended on distinct slips or labels affixed to the deed.-Malone.
this bloody knife Shall play the umpire ;) i. e. Shall decide the struggle between me and my distresses.--" Daggers, or as they were more commonly called, knives, were worn at all times by every woman in England; whether they were so in Italy, Shakspeare, I believe, never enquired, and I cannot tell. In the haft of this universal appendage (for men also wore them) there was of course much variety."Gifford's Ben Jonson, vol. v. 221.
commission--] i. e. Authority or power:-Jounson.