I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, 120 Lady Capulet. Here comes your father; tell him so yourself, And see how he will take it at your hands. Enter CAPULET and Nurse. Capulet. 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? Thy tempest-tossed body.-How now, wife! Have you deliver'd to her our decree? 130 Lady Capulet. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. I would the fool were married to her grave! Capulet. Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife. Jant How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks? Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest, So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? Juliet. 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. Capulet. How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this? 'Proud' and 'I thank you' and 'I thank you not,' 141 And yet 'not proud!' Mistress minion, you, Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage! Lady Capulet. Fie, fie! what, are you mad? Juliet. Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Hear me with patience but to speak a word. 150 Capulet. 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 Nurse. God in heaven bless her! You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. Capulet. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue, Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. Nurse. I speak no treason. Capulet. Nurse. May not one speak? 160 170 O, God ye god-den. Peace, you mumbling fool! Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl; For here we need it not. Lady Capulet. You are too hot. Capulet. God's bread! it makes me mad: day, night, late, early, At home, abroad, alone, in company, Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been To have her match'd; and having now provided + A gentleman of noble parentage, Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man,—— A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, M 180 190 I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.'-- [Exit. 200 [Exit. Juliet. O God!-O nurse, how shall this be prevented? What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy? Nurse. Faith, here 't is. Romeo 210 M 1122 Is banished, and all the world to nothing, Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, I think it best you married with the county. Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam, す from 1 Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye mer honed m220 peta ( As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart, I think you are happy in this second match, Juliet. Speakest thou from thy heart? Or else beshrew them both. Fuliet. Nurse. And from my soul too; Amen! What? Juliet. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. Go in, and tell my lady I am gone, Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell, 230 To make confession and to be absolv'd. Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. [Exit. Juliet. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend! Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn, Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.- If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Exit. SCENE I. Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS. Friar Laurence. On Thursday, sir? the time is very short. And I am nothing slow to slack his haste. Friar Laurence. You say you do not know the lady's mind; Uneven is the course, I like it not. Paris. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, |