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Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
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, That God had sent us but this only child'; But now I see this one is one too much, And that we have a curse in having her: Out on her, hilding! Nurse.
God in heaven bless her! You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your
Nurse. I speak no treason.
0, God ye good den! Nurse. May not one speak? Сар. .
Peace, you mumbling fool! Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl, For here we need it not. La. Cap.
You are too hot. Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad: Day, night,
At home, abroad, alone, in company,
you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i'the streets,
Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word; Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Exit. Jul. O God! O nurse! how shall this be pre
My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
'Faith, here 'tis: Romeo
: or if it did not,
Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart?
From my soul too;
Go in; and tell my lady I am gone,
ACT IV. SCENE I.
Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter Friar LAURENCE and PARIS.
Fri, On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.
Par. My father Capulet will have it so; And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste.
Fri. You say, you do not know the lady's mind; Uneven is the course, I like it not.
Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, And therefore have I little talk'd of love; For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous, That she doth give her sorrow so much sway ; And, in his wisdom, hastes our marriage, To stop the inundation of her tears; Which, too much minded by herself alone, May be put from her by society: Now do you know the reason of this haste. Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.
[Aside. Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife!