Page 3219 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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NURSE
I speak no treason.
CAPULET
O God ’i’ good e’en!
NURSE
May not one speak?
CAPULET
Peace, you mumbling fool!
Utter your gravity o’er a gossip’s bowl,
For here we need it not.
LADY CAPULET
You are too hot. [175]
CAPULET
God’s bread, it makes me mad! Day, night, work, play,
Alone, in company, still my care hath been
To have her match’d. And having now provided
A gentleman of noble parentage,
Of fair demesnes, youthful and nobly lign’d, [180]
Stuff’d, as they say, with honourable parts,
Proportion’d as one’s thought would wish a man -
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
A whining mammet, in her fortune’s tender,
To answer ‘I’ll not wed, I cannot love, [185]
I am too young, I pray you pardon me!’
But, and you will not wed, I’ll pardon you!
Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.
Look to’t, think on’t, I do not use to jest.
Thursday is near. Lay hand on heart. Advise. [190]
And you be mine I’ll give you to my friend;
And you be not, hang! Beg! Starve! Die in the streets!
For by my soul I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee,
Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.
Trust to’t, bethink you. I’ll not be forsworn. [195]
Exit.
