of Romeo and Iuliet.
21972158Out you greene
sickne
sse carrion, out you baggage,
22002161Iu. Good Father, I be
seech you on my knees,
22012162Heare me with patience, but to
speake a word.
22022163 Fa. Hang thee young baggage, di
sobedient wretch,
22032164I tell thee what, get thee to Church a Thur
sday,
22042165Or neuer after looke me in the face.
22052166Speake not, replie not, do not an
swere me.
22062167My
fingers itch, wife, we
scarce thought vs ble
st 22072168That God had lent vs but this onely childe,
22082169But now I
see this one is one too much,
22092170And that we haue a cur
se in hauing her:
22122173You are to blame my Lord to rate her
so.
22132174 Fa. And why my Lady wi
sdome, hold your tongue,
22142175Good Prudence
smatter, with your go
ssips go.
22192180Vtter your grauitie ore a Go
ships bowle,
22222183Fa. Gods bread, it makes me mad,
22232184Day, night, houre, tide, time, worke, play,
22242185Alone in companie,
still my care hath bene
22252186To haue her matcht, and hauing now prouided
22272188Of faire demeanes, youthfull and nobly liand,
22282189Stuft as they
say, with honourable parts,
22292190Proportiond as ones thought would wi
sh a man,
22302191And then to haue a wretched puling foole,
22312192A whining mammet, in her fortunes tender,
22322193To an
swere, ile not wed, I cannot loue:
22332194I am too young, I pray you pardon me.
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