'Proud,' and 'I thank you,'-and 'I thank you not'; And yet not proud; '-mistress minion, you, 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; Nurse. God in heaven bless her!- Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad: Alone, in company, waking or sleeping, still my care hath been To have her matched: and having now provided A gentleman of noble parentage, Of fair demesnes, youthful and nobly trained, A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, Graze where you will, you shall not house with me: Look to 't, think on 't, I do not use to jest. --- Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, [Exit. 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 vented?-comfort me, counsel me. Alack, alack! that Heaven should practise strata gems Upon so soft a subject as myself!— What say'st thou ? hast thou not a word of joy? Some comfort, nurse. Nurse. Faith, here 't is. Romeo Is banished, and all the world to nothing, That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you; Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, I think it best you married with the county. O, he's a lovely gentleman! Romeo's a dishclout to him. Beshrew my very heart, I think you are happy in this second match, For it excels your first. Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart? Nurse. And from my soul too; else beshrew them both. Jul. Amen! Nurse. What? Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. Go in; and tell my lady I am gone, Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell, To make confession and to be absolved. 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 1.--Friar LAURENCE'S Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE and PARIS. Friar: N Thursday, sir? the time is very short. 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 talked 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, May be put from her by society: Now do you know the reason of this haste. Fri. [Aside.] I would I knew not why it should be slowed. Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. Enter JULIET. Par. Happily met, my lady, and my 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? Jul. To answer that, I should confess to you. Are you at leisure, holy father, now; Or shall I come to you at evening mass? Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, My lord, we must entreat the time alone. Par. God shield I should disturb devotion !- [Exit. Jul. O, shut the door, and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; It strains me past the compass of my wits: I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, On Thursday next be married to this county. Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help, And with this knife I'll help it presently. God joined my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo sealed, Shall be the label to another deed, Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Fri. Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope, As that is desperate which we would prevent. A thing like death to chide away this shame. |