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Enter Capulet and Nurse.
Cap. 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?
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 wife.
How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?
Proud can I never be of what I hate;
Proud, and, I thank you,-and, I thank you not;
And yet not proud;-Mistress minion, you,
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 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 bless'd,
O, God ye good den!
Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
Peace, you mumbling fool!
You are too hot.
Cap. 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
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.
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 pre-
My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?
Nurse. 'Faith, here 'tis: Romeo Is banished; 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 best you married with the county. O, he's a lovely gentleman! Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam, Hath not so 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 'twere as good he were, As living here, and you no use of him, Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart? Nurse.
From my soul too;
Or else beshrew them both.
Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous
Go in; and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell,
Nurse. 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 else fail, myself have power to die.