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Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful 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 expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that? La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn, The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, The county Paris, at saint Peter's church, Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. Jul. Now, by saint Peter's church, and Peter too, He shall not make me there a joyful bride. I wonder at this haste; that I must wed Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. 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 yourself, And see how he will take it at your hands.
Enter CAPU LET 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 2
Evermore showering? In one little body Thou counterfeit'st 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 is, Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs; • Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,Without a sudden calm, will overset Thy tempest-tossed body.—How now, wife? Have you deliver'd 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, wife. How! will she none doth she not give us thanks? Is she not proud doth she not count her bless'd, 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, chop-logick! What is this? Proud,—and, I thank you, -and, I thank you not;And yet not proud;—Mistress minion, you, Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, But settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, To go with Paris to saint Peter's church,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
Cap. O, God ye good den!
Nurse. May not one speak?
Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool! Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl, For here we need it not. *
La. Cap. You are too hot.
Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad: Day, night,
At home, abroad, alone, in company,
My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
Nurse. *"Faith, here 'tis: Romeo
Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart?
Nurse. From my soul too; Or else beshrew them both.
Nurse. To what?
Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.