2195To go with Paris to Saint Peters Church:

2196Or I will drag thee, on a Hurdle thither.

2197Out you greene sicknesse carrion, out you baggage,

2198You tallow face.

2199Lady. Fie, fie, what are you mad?

2200Iul. Good Father, I beseech you on my knees

2201Heare me with patience, but to speake a word.

2202Fa. Hang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch,

2203I tell thee what, get thee to Church a Thursday,

2204Or neuer after looke me in the face.

2205Speake not, reply not, do not answere me.

2206My fingers itch, wife: we scarce thought vs blest,

2207That God had lent vs but this onely Child,

2208But now I see this one is one too much,

2209And that we haue a curse in hauing her:

2210Out on her Hilding.

2211Nur. God in heauen blesse her,

2212You are too blame my Lord to rate her so.

2213Fa. And why my Lady wisedome? hold your tongue,

2214Good Prudence, smatter with your gossip, go.

2215Nur. I speake no treason,

2216Father, O Godigoden,

2217May not one speake?

2218Fa. Peace you mumbling foole,

2219Vtter your grauitie ore a Gossips bowles

2220For here we need it not.

2221La. You are too hot.

2222Fa. Gods bread, it makes me mad:

2223Day, night, houre, ride, time, worke, play,

2224Alone in companie, still my care hath bin

2225To haue her matcht, and hauing now prouided

2226A Gentleman of Noble Parentage,

2227Of faire Demeanes, Youthfull, and Nobly Allied,

2228Stuft as they say with Honourable parts,

2229Proportion'd as ones thought would wish a man,

2230And then to haue a wretched puling foole,

2231A whining mammet, in her Fortunes tender,

2232To answer, Ile not wed, I cannot Loue:

2233I am too young, I pray you pardon me.

2234But, and you will not wed, Ile pardon you.

2235Graze where you will, you shall not house with me:

2236Looke too't, thinke on't, I do not vse to iest.

2237Thursday is neere, lay hand on heart, aduise,

2238And you be mine, Ile giue you to my Friend:

2239And you be not, hang, beg, straue, die in the streets,

2240For by my soule, Ile nere acknowledge thee,

2241Nor what is mine shall neuer do thee good:

2242Trust too't, bethinke you, Ile not be forsworne Exit.

2243Iuli. Is there no pittie sitting in the Cloudes,

2244That sees into the bottome of my griefe?

2245O sweet my Mother cast me not away,

2246Delay this marriage, for a month, a weeke,

2247Or if you do not, make the Bridall bed

2248In that dim Monument where Tybalt lies.

2249Mo. Talke not to me, for Ile not speake a word,

2250Do as thou wilt, for I haue done with thee. Exit.

2251Iul. O God!

2252O Nurse, how shall this be preuented?

2253My Husband is on earth, my faith in heauen,

2254How shall that faith returne againe to earth,

2255Vnlesse that Husband send it me from heauen,

2256By leauing earth? Comfort me, counsaile me:

2257Hlacke, alacke, that heauen should practise stratagems

2258Vpon so soft a subiect as my selfe.

2259What saist thou? hast thou not a word of ioy?

2260Some comfort Nurse.

2261Nur. Faith here it is,

2262Romeo is banished, and all the world to nothing,

2263That he dares nere come backe to challenge you:

2264Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth.

2265Then since the case so stands as now it doth,

2266I thinke it best you married with the Countie,

2267O hee's a Louely Gentleman:

2268Romeos a dish-clout to him: an Eagle Madam

2269Hath not so greene, so quicke, so faire an eye

2270As Paris hath, beshrow my very heart,

2271I thinke you are happy in this second match,

2272For it excels your first: or if it did not,

2273Your first is dead, or 'twere as good he were,

2274As liuing here and you no vse of him.

2275Iul. Speakest thou from thy heart?

2276Nur. And from my soule too,

2277Or else beshrew them both.

2278Iul. Amen.

2279Nur. What?

2280Iul. Well, thou hast comforted me marue'lous much,

2281Go in, and tell my Lady I am gone,

2282Hauing displeas'd my Father, to Lawrence Cell,

2283To make confession, and to be absolu'd.

2284Nur. Marrie I will, and this is wisely done.

2285Iul. Auncient damnation, O most wicked fiend!

2286It is more sin to wish me thus forsworne,

2287Or to dispraise my Lord with that same tongue

2288Which she hath prais'd him with aboue compare,

2289So many thousand times? Go Counsellor,

2290Thou and my bosome henchforth shall be twaine:

2291Ile to the Frier to know his remedie,

2292If all else faile, my selfe haue power to die. Exeunt.

2294Fri. On Thursday sir? the time is very short.

2295Par. My Father Capulet will haue it so,

2296And I am nothing slow to slack his hast.

2297Fri. You say you do not know the Ladies mind?

2298Vneuen is the course, I like it not.

2299Pa. Immoderately she weepes for Tybalts death,

2300And therfore haue I little talke of Loue,

2301For Venus smiles not in a house of teares.

2302Now sir, her Father counts it dangerous

2303That she doth giue her sorrow so much sway:

2304And in his wisedome, hasts our marriage,

2305To stop the inundation of her teares,

2306Which too much minded by her selfe alone,

2307May be put from her by societie.

2308Now doe you know the reason of this hast?

2309Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.

2310Looke sir, here comes the Lady towards my Cell.

2312Par. Happily met, my Lady and my wife.

2313Iul. That may be sir, when I may be a wife.

2314Par. That may be, must be Loue, on Thursday next.

2315Iul. What must be shall be.

2316Fri. That's a certaine text.

2317Par. Come you to make confession to this Father?

2318Iul. To answere that, I should confesse to you.

2319Par. Do not denie to him, that you Loue me.

2320Iul. I will confesse to you that I Loue him.

2321Par. So will ye, I am sure that you Loue me.

2322Iul. If I do so, it will be of more price,

2323Benig spoke behind your backe, then to your face.

2324Par. Poore soule, thy face is much abus'd with teares.