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Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out.
(Romeo descends. Jul. Art thou gone so? my love! my lord! my
Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity
Jul. O, think'st thou, we shall ever meet again?
Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come.
Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul:
Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu ! adieu !
Jul. O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune; For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, But send him back.
La. Cap. [within.] Ho, daughter! are you up?
Jul. Who is't that calls ? is it my lady mother?
Enter Lady CAPULET.
Madam, I am not well. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's
death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears ? An if thou could'st, thou could'st not make him live; Therefore, have done: Some grief shows much of
Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
friend Which you weep for. 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, As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.
Jul. What villain, madam?
That same villain, Romeo. Jul. Villain and he are 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 murderer
lives. Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my
hands. Would, none but I might venge my cousin's
death! La. Cup. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou
Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
cousin Tybalt Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him!
Lu. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a
But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
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;
Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
Jul. Now, by saint Peter's church, and Peter too,
yourself, And see how he will take it at your hands.
Enter CAPULET 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?
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
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,