Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love; LA. CAP. So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend JUL. Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. LA. CAP. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, JUL. What villain, madam? LA. CAP. That same villain, Romeo. JUL. Villain and he be many miles asunder. God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. LA. CAP. That is, because the traitor lives. JUL. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands. 'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's death! With Romeo, till I behold him. Dead- To hear him nam'd-and cannot come to him, To wreak the love I bore my cousin Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him! LA. CAP. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. 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; 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? • We have again a made-up text in modern editions. (4) (the other lines being different) has, "That shall bestow on him so sure a draught." b 1 (A), needful. LA. CAP. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn, JUL. Now, by St. Peter's church, and Peter too, Rather than Paris:-These are news indeed! Enter CAPULET and NURSE. CAP. When the sun sets, the earth a doth drizzle dew; But for the sunset of my brother's son, It rains downright. How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Evermore showering? In one little body For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, 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 b. CAP. How now! how now, chop-logic! What is this? Proud, and, I thank you,—and, I thank you not o;— (D) gives us air, which the modern editors have followed. Meant love-meant as love. (C) has this line, which is not in the folio: "And yet not proud;-Mistress, minion, you." Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. LA. CAP. Fie, fie! what, are you mad? Hear me with patience but to speak a word. Speak not, reply not, do not answer me; My fingers itch.-Wife, we scarce thought us bless'd, And that we have a curse in having her: Thus (C) and folio. (4), which has been partially followed, has— "God's blessed mother! Wife, it mads me. Day, night, early, late, at home, abroad, Alone, in company, waking or sleeping, To answer "I'll not wed,-I cannot love, That sees into the bottom of my grief? [Exit. LA. CAP. Talk not to me, for I 'll not speak a word; [Exit. By leaving earth?-comfort me, counsel me. Alack, alack, that Heaven should practise stratagems What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy? NURSE. 'Faith, here it is: Romeo Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam, Or else beshrew them both. From my soul too; JUL. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Exit. [Exit. |