You tallow face! La. Cap. Fye, fye! 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, 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 good 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. La. Cap. You are too hot. Cup. God's bread! it makes me mad: Day, night, late, early, At home, abroad, alone, in company, Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been A gentleman of princely parentage, Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, Proportion'd as one's heart could wish a man,- An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i'the streets, [Exit. Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief? O, sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week; Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. 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 prevented? My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; How shall that faith return again to earth, Unless that husband send it me from heaven By leaving earth?-comfort me, counsel me.-- Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems Upon so soft a subject as myself !-- What say'st thou hast thou not a word of joy? Nurse. 'Faith, here 'tis : Romeo VOL. XI. Is banished; and all the world to nothing, Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, I think it best you married with the county. Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam, Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart? Or else beshrew them both. Jul. Amen! Nurse. To 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, 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, 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 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. Jul. What must be shall be. Fri. That's a certain text. Par. Come you to make confession to this father? Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. For it was bad enough, before their spite. Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report. Jul. That is no slander, sir, that is a truth; And what I spake, I spake it to my face. Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. Jul. It may be So, for it is not mine own. Are you at leisure, holy father, now; Or shall I come to you at evening mass? Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now:My lord, we must entreat the time alone. Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion!— Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you: Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss. [Exit PAR. It strains me past the compass of my wits: |