But for the Sunset of my Brother's Son How now? a conduit, girl? what, ftill in tears; Thou counterfeit'ft a bark, a fea, a wind; Thy tempeft-toffed body-How now, wife? La. Cap. Ay, Sir; but he will none, fhe 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? So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? 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 Logic? What Proud! and I thank you! and I thank you not! Το Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. Out, you green-fickness-carrion! Out; you baggage! 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. 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,. Nurfe. God in heaven blefs her! You are to blame, my lord, to rate her fo. Cap. And why, my lady Wisdom? hold your tongue, Good Prudence, fmatter with your goffips, go. Cap. Peace, peace, you mumbling fool; For here we need it not. La. Cap. You are too hot. Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad: day, night, late, early, At home, abroad, alone, in company, Waking, or fleeping, ftill my care hath been Of fair demeafns, youthful, and nobly-allied, If you be mine, I'll give you to my friend: La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not fpeak á Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Exit. Jul. O God! O Nurfe, how shall this be prevented? Comfort me, counsel me, What fay'ft thou? haft thou not a word of Joy? Nurfe. Faith, here it is: Romeo is banifh'd; all the world to nothing, Then fince the cafe fo ftands, as now it doth, Nurfe. Nurse. And from my Soul too, Or elfe befhrew them both. Jul. Amen. Nurse. What? Jul. Well, thou haft comforted me marvellous much Go in, and tell my lady I am gone, Having difpleas my father, to Lawrence' cell, Nurfe. Marry, I will; and this is wifely done. Or to difpraise my lord with that fame tongue If all else fail, myself have power to die, [Exit. A C T IV. SCENE I. 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 hafte. Fri. You fay, you do not know the lady's mind Uneven in this courfe, I like it not. Par. Immoderately the weeps for Tybalt's death, And therefore have I little talk'd of love, For Venus fmiles not in a houfe of tears. Now, Sir, her father counts it dangerous, That the fhould give her forrow so much fway; And, in his wifdom, haftes our marriage, 1 To flop the inundation of her tears; Now do you know the reafon of this hafte? Fri. I would, I knew not why it fhould be flow'd. [Afide. Look, Sir, here comes the lady tawius my cell.. Enter Juliet. Par. Welcome, my love, my lady and my wife! [next. Fri. That's a certain text. Par. Come you to make confeffion to this father? Jul. To answer That, were to 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 fure that you love me. Jul. If I do fo, it will be of more price Being fpoke behind your back, than to your face. Par. Poor foul, 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 wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report. Jul. That is no flander, Sir, which is but truth, And what I fpeak, I speak it to my face. Par. Thy face is mine, and thou haft flander'd it. Jul. It may be fo, for it is not mine own. Are you at leifure, holy father, now, Or fhall I come to you at evening mafs? Fri. My leifure ferves me, penfive daughter, now.. My lord, I muft intreat the time alone. Par. God fhield, I fhould disturb devotion: Juliet, on Thurfday early will I rouse you: 'Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kifs. [Exit Paris. Jul.. |