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JULIET Exit.

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds
That sees into the bottom of my grief?
O sweet my mother, cast me not away,
Delay this marriage for a month, a week,
Or if you do not, make the bridal bed [200]
In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.

LADY CAPULET

Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word.
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.

JULIET

O God, O Nurse, how shall this be prevented?
My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven. [205]
How shall that faith return again to earth
Unless that husband send it me from heaven
By leaving earth? Comfort me, counsel me.
Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems
Upon so soft a subject as myself. [210]
What sayst thou? Hast thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort, Nurse.

NURSE

Faith, here it is.
Romeo is banish’d, and all the world to nothing
That he dares ne’er come back to challenge you.
Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth. [215]
Then, since the case so stand as now it doth,
I think it best you married with the County.
O, he’s a lovely gentleman.
Romeo’s a dishclout to him. An eagle, madam,
Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye [220]
As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
I think you are happy in this second match,
For it excels your first; or, if it did not,
Your first is dead, or ’twere as good he were
As living here and you no use of him. [225]

JULIET