La. Cap. We will have Vengeance for it, fear thou not. Then weep no more. I'll fend to one in Mantua, Upon his body that hath flaughter'd him. La. Cap. Find thou the Means, and I'll find fuch a Man. But now I'll tell thee joyful Tidings, Girl. ful. And joy comes well in fuch a needful time. What are they, I befeech your ladyship? La. Cap. Well, well, thou haft a careful father, child, One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness, That thou expect'ft not, nor I look'd not for. Jul. Now, by St. Peter's church, and Peter too Ere he, that must be hufband, comes to wooe. And fee, how he will take it at your hands. Enter Capulet, and Nurse. Cap. When the Sun fets, the Air doth drizzle But for the Sunfet of my Brother's Son How now? a conduit, girl? what, ftill in tears? Thou counterfeit'ft a bark, a fea, a wind; Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Thy tempeft-toffed body- La. Cap. Ay, Sir; but he will none, fhe gives I would, the fool were married to her Grave! wife. you, How, will fhe none? Doth, fhe not give us thanks? Is he not proud, doth fhe not count her bleft, Unworthy as he is, that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? Jul. ful. 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. Proud! and I thank you! and I thank you not! Out, you green-fickness carrion! Out, you baggage! La. Cap Fy, fy, what, are you mad? Jul. Good father, I befeech you on my knees, I tell thee what, get thee to church o' Thursday, Speak not, reply not, do not answer me, My fingers itch. Wife, we fcarce thought us bleft, Nurse. God in heaven blefs her! You are to blame, my Lord, to rate her fo. Cap. And why? my lady Wisdom hold your tongue, Good Prudence, fmatter with your goffips, go. Nurfe. I fpeak no treafon-Ö, god-ye-good-den May not one speak? Cap. Peace, peace, you mumbling fool; Utter your gravity o'er a goffip's bowl, For here we need it not. La. Cap. You are too hot. Cap. It makes me mad day, night, hour, tide, work, play, Alone, in company, ftill my care hath been, Of fair demefns, youthful, and nobly-allied, If you be not, hang, beg, ftarve, die i' th' streets; For, by my foul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Nor what is mine fhall ever do thee good. Truft to't, bethink you, I'll not be forfworn. [Exit. Jul. Is there no pity fitting in the clouds, That fees into the bottom of my grief? O, sweet my mother, caft me not away, Delay this marriage for a month, a week; Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dun 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!-0 Nurfe, how fhall this be pre vented? My Husband is on Earth; my Faith in Heav'n; Alack, Alack, alack, that heav'n fhould practise ftratagems What fay'ft thou? haft thou not a word of Joy? Nurfe. Faith, here it is: Romeo is banish'd; all the world to nothing, Then fince the cafe fo ftands, as now it doth. Romeo's a difh-clout to him; an eagle, Madam, Nurfe. And from my Soul too, Or else befhrew them both. Jul. Amen. Nurfe. What? Jul. Well, thou haft comforted me marvellous much; Go in, and tell my lady I am gone, Having difpleas'd my father, to Lawrence' cell, Nurfe. Marry, I will; and this is wifely done. [Exit: Jul. Ancient Damnation ! O most wicked Fiend! Is it more fin to wish me thus forfworn, 6-fo-keen,] Hanmer. In the other editions, fo green. 7 As living here,] Sir T. Han. mer reads, as living hence; that is at a diftance, in banishment, but here may fignify, in this world. Or |