Jul. Now, by St. Peter's church, and Peter too, Ere he, that must be husband, comes to wooe. It fhall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, La. Cap. Here comes your father, tell him fo yourfelf, And fee, how he will take it at your hands.. Enter Capulet, and Nurfe. Cap. When the Sun fets, the Air doth drizzle Dew; But for the Sunset of my Brother's Son It rains downright. How now? a conduit, girl? what, ftill in tears? Thou counterfeit'ft a bark, a fea, a wind; Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, 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 fhe none? Doth fhe not give us thanks? Jul. 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. is This? Proud! and I thank you! and I thank 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! disobedient wretch ! I tell thee what, get thee to church o' Thursday, Speak not, reply not, do not answer me. My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us bleft, That God hath fent us but this only child; But now I fee this One is one too much, And that we have a Curfe in having her: Nurfe. God in heaven blefs her! You are to blame, my Lord, to rate her fo. Cap. And why? my lady Wifdom hold your tongue, Good Prudence, fmatter with your goffips, go. Nurfe. I fpeak no treafon-O, god-ye-good-den May not one speak? Cap. Peace, peace, you mumbling fool; Utter your gravity o'er a goflip's bowl, For here we need it not. 'La, La. Cap. You are too hot. Cap. It makes me mad: day, night, hour, tide, work, play, Alone, in company, ftill my care hath been Of fair demefns, youthful, and nobly-allied, La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Exit. Jul. O God!-0 Nurle, how fhall this be pre vented? My Husband is on Earth; my Faith in Heav'n; Alack, Alack, alack, that heav'n fhould practise ftratagems What say'ft thou? haft thou not a word of Joy? Nurfe. Faith, here it is: Romeo is banish'd; all the world to nothing, Romeo's a difh-clout to him; an eagle, Madam, Or elfe befhrew them both. Jul. 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, Nurfe. Marry, I will; and this is wifely done. [Exit. Jul, Ancient Damnation! O moft wicked Fiend! Is it more fin to wifh me thus forfworn, 6-fo keen,] Hanmer. In the other editions, so green. 7 As living bere,] Sir T. Hanmer reads, as living hence; thas is, at a diftance, in banishment, but here may fignify, in this world. Or Or to difpraise my Lord with that fame tongue [Exit. N Thursday, Sir? The time is very short. ΟΝ Par. My father Capulet will have it fo, And I am nothing flow to flack his hafte. I. 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, 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 sway; May be put from her by fociety.. Now do you know the reafon of this hafte? Fri. I would, I knew not why it should be flow'd. Look, Sir, here comes the lady tow'rds 8 And I om, &c.] His hafle hall not be abated by my flowness. It might be read, And I am nothing flow to back [Afide. my cell. bis bafte. That is, I am diligent to abet and enforce his hafte. Enter |