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La, Cap. We will have Vengeance for it, fear thou
not. Then weep no more.
I'll send to one'in Mantua, Where that fame banish'd Runagate doth live, Shall give him such an + unaccustom'd Dram, That he Ihall foon keep Tybalt Company. And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfy'd.
Jul, Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful time.
Jul. Madan, s in happy time, what day is this?
La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn, The gallant, young and noble gentleman, The County Paris, at St. Peter's church, Shall happily make thee a joyful bride.
+ unaccuflom'd Dram,] In derful, powerful, efficacious. vulgar language, Shall give bim S-in ba py time,] A la bonne à Dram which he is not ufed heure. This phrale was interto. Though I have, if I mis- jected, when the hearer was not take not, observed, that in old quite so well pleased as the books unaccustomed signifies won- speaker. G4
Jul. Now, by St. Peter's church, and Peter too He shall not make me there a joyful bride. I wonder at this haste, that I must wed Ere he, that must be husband, comes to wooe. i ! I pray you, tell my Lord and father, Madam, I will not marry yet : and when I do, 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 your
self, And see, how he will take it at your hands.
Enter Capulet, and Nurse.
Cap. When the Sun fets, the Air doth drizzle
Dew; But for the Sunset of my Brother's Son It rains downright. - How now ? a conduit, giri ? what, still in tears ? Evermore how'ring? in one little body Thou counterfeitst a bark, a fea, a wind; For itill thy eyes, which I may call the fea, Do ebb and How with tears; the bark thy body is,'! Sailing in this falë flood; the winds thy fighs, Which, raging with thy tears, and they with them, Without a sudden calm will overset Thy tempest-toffed bodyHow now, wife? Have you deliver'd to her our decree?
La. Cap. Ay, Sir; but she will none, she gives
I would, the fool were married to her Grave ! .
you, wife. How, will she none? Doth she not give us thanks ? Is the not proud, 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
haye. 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? Proud! and I thank you! and I thank you not ! And yet not proud! -Why, Mistress Minion, You, Thank me nó thankings, nor proud me no prouds, But settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, To go
with Paris to St. 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. Fy, fy, 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 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 !
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-, god-ye-good-denMay not one speak ?
Cap. Peace, peace, you mumbling fool; Utter your gravity o'er a goslip's bowl, For here we need it not.
La. Cap. You are too hot.
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 ; If you be mine, I'll give you to my friend: If you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i' th’ streets ; For, by my soul, I'll ne’er acknowledge thee, Nor what is mine shall ever 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? O, sweet my mother, cast 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 Nurse, how shall this be pre
Alack, alack, that heay'n fhould practise stratagems,
Nurse. Faith, here it is :
Jul. Speak'st thou from thy heart ?
Nurse. And from my Soul too,
[Exit, Jul. Ancient Damnation ! O most wicked Fiend! Is it more fin to wish me thus forsworn,
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