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Is my poor Heart, so for a Kinsman vext :
Madam, if you could find out but a Man
To bear a Poison, I would

temper it;
That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
Soon sleep in quiet. O how my Heart abhors
To hear him nam'd, and ca inot come to him,
To wreak the love I bore my Cousin Tybalt,
Upon his Body that hath Naughter'd him.

La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a Man, But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, Girl.

Jul. And Joy comes well in such a needy time.
What are they, I beseech your Ladyship?

La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful Father, Child;
One, who to put thee from thy heaviness,
Hath sorted out a sudden day of Joy,
That thou expects not, nor í look'd not for.

Zul. Madam, 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.

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
E'er he that should be Husband comes to wooe.
I pray you tell my Lord and Father, Madam,
I will not marry yet, and when I do, I swear
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 fers, the Earth doth drizzle Dew; But for the Sunset of my Brother's Son, It rains down-right. How now? a Conduit, Girl? what, still in tears? Evermore show'ring in one little Body? Thy Counterfeit's a Bark, a Sea, a Wind; For still thy Eyes, which I may call the Sea, Do ebb and flow with tears, the Bark thy Body Sailing in this falt Flood, the Winds thy Sighs, Who raging with the Tears, and they with them,


Without a sudden Calm will over-set
Thy tempest-tossed Body. How now, Wife?
Have you delivered to her our Decree?

La. Cap. Ay, Sir;
But she will none, she gives you thanks ?
I would the Fool were married to her Grave.

Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, Wifc,
How, will she none? doth the not give us thanks ?
Is she 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 have.
Proud can I never be of what I hate,
But thankful even for Hate, that is meant Love.

Cap. How now?
How now? chopt Logick? what is this?
Proud! and I thank you ! and I thank you not!
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
But settle your fine Joints 'gainst Thursday next,

with Paris to Saint Peter's Church :
Or I will drag thee on a Hurdle thither.
Out you Green-fickness Carrion, out you Baggage,
Out you Tallow-face.

La. Cap. Fie, fie, 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 a 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 had lent 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.

Nur. God in Heav'n bless her,
You are to blame, my Lord, to rate her so:

Cap. And why, my Lady Wisdom? bold your tongue, Good Prudence, smatter with your Gossip, go.


Nur. I speak no Treason,
O God-ye-good-den-
May not one speak?

Cap. Peace you mumbling Fool,
Utter your Gravity o'er a Gollip's Bowl,
For here we need it not.

La. Cap. You are too hot.

Cap. God's Bread, it makes me mad:
Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
Alone, in company, still my care hath been
To have her match'd, and having now provided
A Gentleman of Noble Parentage,
Of fair Demeans, Youthful, and nobly Allied,
Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable Parts,
Proportion'd as ones thought would with a Man :
And then to have a wretched puling Fool,
A whining Mammet, in her Fortunes tender,
To answer I'll not wed, I cannot Love,
I am too young, I pray you pardon me.
But, and you 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 ;
And you be mine, i'll give you to my Friend :
And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the Streets,
For, by my Soul, l’li ne'er acknowledge thee,
Nor what is mine, shall never do thee good :
Trust to’t, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. [Exit.

Jul. Is there no pity fitting 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 dim Monument where Tybalt lyes.

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 Nurse, how shall this be prevented ?
My Husband is on Earth, my Faith in Heaven,
How shall that Faith return again to Earth,
Unless that Husband send it me from Heav'n,


By leaving Earth? Comfort me, counsel me,
Alack, alack, that Heav’n should pra&ise Stratagems
Upon so soft a Subje&t as my felf.
What fay'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort, Nurse.

Nur. Faith here it is :
Romeo is banishid, and all the World to nothing
That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you :
Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
Then since the case so stands as now it doth,
I think it beft you married with the Count.
Oh he's a lovely Gentleman;
Romeo's a Difh-clout to him; an Eagle, Madam,
Hath not fo green, so quick, so fair an Eye
As Paris hath: beshrew my very Heart,
I think you are happy in this second Match,
For it excels your first : Or if it did not,
Your first is dead, or 'were as good he were,
As living here, and you no use of him.

Jul. Speakest thou from thy Heart?

Nur. And from my Soul too,
Or else beshrew them both.

Jul. Amen.
Nur. What?

Jul. Well, thou haft comforted me marvellous much;
Go in, and tell my Lady I am gone,
Having displeas'd my Father, to Lawrence Cell,
To make Confession, and to be Absolved.
Nur. Marry I will, and this is wisely done.

[Exit. Jul. Ancient Damnation ! O most wicked Fiend! Is it more Sin to wish me thus forsworn, Or to dispraise my Lord with that same Tongue Which she hath prais'd him with above compare, So many thousand times? Go, Counsellor, Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain: I'll to the Friar to know his remedy, If all elfc fail, my self have power to die. [Exeunt.

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SCENE the Monastery.

Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris.

N Thusday, Sir! the time is very short.

Par. My Father Capulet will have it so,
And I am nothing flow to flack his haste.

.Fri. You say you do not know the Lady's mind:
Uneven is the course, I like it not.

Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's Death,
And therefore have I little talk of Love,
For Venus (miles not in a House of Tears :
Now, Sir, her Father counts it dangerous
That she should give her Sorrow so much fway;
And, in his Wisdom, haftes our Marriage,
To stop the Inundation of her Tears,
Which too much minded by her self alone,
May be put from her by Society.
Now do you know the reason of this haste? ?

Fri. I would I knew not why it should be now'd.
Look, Sir, here comes the Lady towards my Cell.

Enter Juliet.
Par. Happily met, my Lady and my Wife.
Jul. That may be, Sir, when I may be a Wife.
Par. That may be, must be, Love, on Thursday next.
Jul. What mud be, shall be.
Fri. That's a certain Text.
Par. Come you to make Confession to this Father?
Jul. To answer that, I should confess to you.
Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me.
Jul. I will confess to you that I love him.
Par. So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.

Jul. If I do so, it will be of more Price,
Being spoke behind your Back, than to your Face.

Par. Poor Soul, thy Face is much abus'd with Tears.

Jul. The Tears have got small Victory by that : For it was bad enough before their spight. Par. Thou wrongʻit it, more than Tears, with that report.




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