Is she not down so late, or up so early? What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither? Enter Lady CAPULET. La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet! Madam, I am not well. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. La. Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend Which you weep for. I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. Jul. What villain, madam? La. Cap. La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer lives. Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands:Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not: Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him! La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. 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; 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, La. Cap. Here comes your father; tell him so yourself, And see how he will take it at your hands. Enter CAPULET and Nurse. Cap. When the sun sets, the air (49) 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 Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind: For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, Without a sudden calm, will overset Thy tempest-tossèd body.-How now, wife! 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, 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-logic! 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, Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage! 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 But now I see this one is one too much, Nurse. God in heaven bless her! You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue, Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. Nurse. I speak no treason. Cap. O, God ye god-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. Cap. God's bread! (50) it makes me mad: Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets, Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn. Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, [Exit. [Exit. Jul. O God!-O nurse, how shall this be prevented? My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; 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? Romeo is banish'd; and all the world to nothing, Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam, Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart? Or else beshrew them both. Jul. Nurse. And from my soul too; Amen! What? Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. Go in; and tell my lady I am gone, Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell, To make confession and to be absolv'd. Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. [Exit. Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn, If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Exit. |