To hear him nam'd,and cannot come to him- La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find fuch a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. Jul. And joy comes well in fuch a needful time. What are they, I beseech your ladyship? La. Cap. Well, well, thou haft a careful father, child; 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 husband, comes to wooe. I pray you, tell my lord and father, Madam, I will not marry yet: and when I do, It fhall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, La. Cap. Here comes your father, tell him fo yourself, And fee, how he will take it at your hands. Enter Capulet, and Nurse. Cap. When the fun fets, the air doth drizzle dew; But for the funset of my brother's fon It rains downright. How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a fea, a wind; Thy tempest-toffed body-How now, wife? Have you deliver'd to her our decree? Jul. 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. 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, miftress minion, you, Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, But fettle your fine joints 'gainft Thursday next, with Paris to Saint Peter's church: To go Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. Out, you green-fickness-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! difobedient wretch! 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, But now I fee this one is one too much, Nurfe. God in heaven blefs her! You are to blame, my Lord, to rate her so. Cap. And why, my lady Wisdom? hold your tongue, Good Prudence, fmatter with your goffips, go. Nurfe. I fpeak no treason-Ö, god-ye-good-den May not one speak? Cap. Peace, peace, you mumbling fool; Utter your gravity o'er a goffip's bowl, 3 For here we need it not. La. Cap. You are too hot. [early Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad: day, night, late, At home, abroad, alone, in company, Waking, or fleeping, ftill my care hath been Of fair demefns, youthful, and nobly allied, I am too young, -I pray you, pardon me- [Exit. 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! O Nurfe, how fhall this be prevented? My husband is on earth, my faith in heav'n; What fay'ft thou? haft thou not a word of joy? Nurfe Nurse. Faith, here it is: Romeo is banish'd; all the world to nothing, That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you; Romeo's a dif-clout to him; an eagle, Madam, Or elfe befhrew them both. ful. 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, To make confeffion, and to be abfolved. Nurfe. Marry, I will; and this is wifely done. [Exit. Is it more fin to wish me thus forfworn, [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE, the MONASTERY, Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris. FRIAR. N Thursday, Sir! the time is very fhort. Par. My father Capulet will have it fo, And I am nothing flow to flack his haste. Fri. You fay, you do not know the lady's mind: Uneven is this courfe, I like it not. Par. Immoderately fhe weeps for Tybalt's death, Now do you know the reason of this hafte ? Fri. I would, I knew not why it should be flow'd. [Afide. Look, Sir, here comes the lady tow'rds my cell." Enter Juliet. Par. Welcome, my love, my lady and my wife! Jul. That may be, Sir, when I may be a wife. Par. That may be, muft be, love, on Thursday next. Jul. What must be, fhall be. Fri. That's a certain text. Par. Come you to make confeffion to this father? Jul. |