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That he fhall foon keep Tybalt Company:
Jul. Indeed, I never fhall be fatisfied
La. Cap. Find thou the Means, and I'll find fuch a
But now I'll tell thee joyful Tidings, Girl.
Jul. And joy comes well in fuch a needful time. What are they, I beseech your ladyship?
La. Cap. Well, well, thou haft a careful father, child, One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness, Hath forted out a fudden day of joy, That thou expect'ft not, nor I look'd not for.
Jul. Madam, (5) in happy time, what day is this? La. Cap Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn, The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, The County Paris, at St. Peter's church,, Shall happily make thee a joyful bride.
Jul. Now, by St. Peter's church, and Peter too,,
It fhall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
Rather than Paris.- These are news, indeed!
La. Cap. Here comes your father, tell him so your-
felf, And fee, how he will take it at
him a Dram which he is not not used to. flake not, obferved, that in old books un ful, powerful, efficacious.
This phrafe was inter
(5) in bappy time,] A la bonne beure. jested, when the hearer was not quite fo well pleafed as the speaker.
Though I have, if I m2uftomed fignifies wonder
Enter Capulet, and Nurse.
Cap. When the Sun fets, 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?
Thy tempeft-toffed body-How now, wife?
La. Cap. Ay, Sir; but she will none, the gives you
I would, the fool were married to her Grave!
Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife.
How, will the none? Doth the not give us thanks ?
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
And yet not proud!-Why, Mistress Minion, You,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
Out, you green-fickness carrion! Out, you baggage!
La. Cap. Fy, fy, 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! difobedient wretch!
I tell thee what, get thee to church o' Thursday,
Nurfe. God in heav'n blefs her!
Cap. And why? My lady Wisdom hold your tongue,
Cap. Peace, peace, you mumbling fool; Utter your gravity o'er a goffip's bowl,
For here we need it not.
La. Cap. You are too hot.
Cap. It makes me mad day, night, hour, tide, work, play,
Alone, in company, ftill my care hath been,
Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
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 prevent→
My Husband is on Earth; my Faith in Heav'n;
What fay'ft thou? haft thou not a word of Joy?
Nurse. Faith, here it is:
Romeo is banish'd; all the world to nothing,.
Romeo's a difh-clout to him; an eagle, Madam,
Jul. Well, thou haft comforted me marvellous much; Go in, and tell my lady I am gone, Having difpleas'd my father, to Lawrence' cell, To make confeffion, and to be abfolv'd.
Nurfe. Marry, I will; and this is wifely done. [Exit.
(E) —fo keen,] Hanmer. In the other editions, fo green. (7) As living bere,] Sir T. Hanmer reads, as living hence; that is at a distance, in banishment, but bere may fignify, in this world.
ful. Ancient Damnation! O moft wicked Fiend!
A C T IV.
Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris.
N Thurfday, Sir? The time is very fhort. Par. My father Capulet will have it so, (8) And I am nothing flow to flack his haste.
Fri. You fay, you do not know the lady's mind": Uneven is this courfe, I like it not.
Par. Immoderately the weeps for Tybalt's death,
Fri. I would, I knew not why it should be flow'd.
Look, Sir, here comes the lady tow'rds my cell.
(8) And I am, &c.] His bafte fhall not be abated by my fewness.. It might be read,
And, I am norbing flow to back bis bafte.