Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage! You tallow-face! 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, 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. tongue, Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. Cap. Nurse. May not one speak? Cap. your O, God ye good den! 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, 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 i'the streets, Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. [Exit. That sees into the bottom of my grief? 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!-0 nurse! how shall this be prevented? My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; What say'st thou ? hast thou not a word of joy? Nurse. 512 Is banished; and all the world to nothing, Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam, Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart? Or else beshrew them both. Jul. Nurse. From my soul too; Amen! To what? Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. Go in; and tell my lady I am gone, Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. [Exit. Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend! Is it more sin-to wish me thus forsworn, Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue Which she hath prais'd him with above compare So many thousand times?-Go, counsellor; Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.I'll to the friar, to know his remedy; If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I. Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE and PARIS. Fri. On Thursday, sir? the time is very Par. My father Capulet will have it so; And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste. short. 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. That she doth give her sorrow so much sway; Now do you know the reason of this haste. Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. Enter JULIET. Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife! [Aside. Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next. |