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! 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. 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? Capulet. 160 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. 170 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, 180 190 Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man,— [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 Is banished, and all the world to nothing, That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you; 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, Or else beshrew them both. Fuliet. Nurse. 220 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 Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. 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 If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Exit. [Exit. SCENE I. Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS. Friar Laurence. On Thursday, sir? the time is very short. Paris. My father Capulet will have it so ; 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, |