of Romeo and Iuliet.
22712232I thinke you are happie in this
second match,
22722233For it excels your
fir
st, or if it did not,
22732234Your
fir
st is dead, or twere as good he were,
22742235As liuing here, and you no v
se of him.
22752236Iu. Speak
st thou from thy heart?
22762237Nur. And from my
soule too, el
se be
shrew them both.
22802240Iu. Well thou ha
st comforted me maruellous much,
22812241Go in, and tell my Lady I am gone,
22822242Hauing di
spleas'd my father, to
Laurence Cell,
22832243To make confe
ssion, and to be ob
solu'd.
22842244Nur. Marrie I will, and this is wi
sely done.
22852245Iu. Auncient damnation, ô mo
st wicked
fiend,
22862246Is it more
sin to wi
sh me thus for
sworne,
22872247Or to di
sprai
se my Lord with that
same tongue,
22882248Which
she hath prai
sde him with aboue compare,
22892249So many thou
sand times? Go Coun
sellor,
22902250Thou and my bo
some henceforth
shall be twaine:
22912251Ile to the Frier to know his remedie,
22922252If all el
se faile, my
selfe haue power to die.
22942255Fri. On Thur
sday
sir: the time is very
short.
22952256Par. My Father
Capulet will haue it
so,
22962257And I am nothing
slow to
slacke his ha
ste.
22972258Fri. You
say you do not know the Ladies minde?
22982259Vneuen is the cour
se, I like it not.
22992260Par. Immoderately
she weepes for
Tybalts death,
23002261And therefore haue I little talke of loue,
23012262For
Venus smiles not in a hou
se of teares.
23022263Now
sir, her father counts it daungerous
23032264That
she do giue her
sorrow
so much
sway:
23042265And in his wi
sedome ha
stes our marriage,
23052266To
stop the inundation of her teares.
23062267Which too much minded by her
selfe alone
23072268May be put from her by
societie.
I 2 Now