Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu! [Exit ROMEO. Jul. O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune; For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, But send him back. La. Cap. [within.] Ho, daughter! are you up! Jul. Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother? Is she not down so late, or up so early? What unaccustom'd cause procures 2 her hither? Enter Lady Capulet. La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet ? Jul. Madam, I am not well. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? An if thou could'st, thou could'st not make him live; Therefore, have done: Some grief shows much of love; But much of grief shows still some want of wit. Which you weep for. Jul. Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo. 2 Brings. Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer lives. Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands. 'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's death! La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not: Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,— La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful time: What are they, I beseech your ladyship? La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness, That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. morn, The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, And see how he will take it at your hands. Enter CAPULET and Nurse. Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew: But for the sunset of my brother's son, It rains downright. How now, a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Without a sudden calm, will overset Thy tempest-tossed body.-How now, wife? La. Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. I would the fool were married to her grave! wife. How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks? Is she not proud? doth she not count her bless'd, Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? Jul. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have: Proud can I never be of what I hate ; But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. Cap. How now! how now, chop-logick! What is this? Proud, and, I thank you,—and, I thank you - not; And yet not proud;- Mistress minion, you, Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, But settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, Το go with Paris to Saint Peter's church, Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage! You tallow face! La. Cap. Fye, fye! what are you mad? Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Hear me with patience but to speak a word. Cap. Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch ! I tell thee what,-get thee to church o'Thursday, Or never after look me in the face: Speak not, reply not, do not answer me; My fingers itch.-Wife, we scarce thought us bless'd, Nurse. God in heaven bless her!. You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. 3 Base woman. Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tougue, Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. Cap. O, God ye good den ! Peace, you mumbling fool! Nurse. May not one speak? Cap. Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl, La. Cap. You are too hot. Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad; Day, night, late, early, At home, abroad, alone, in company, Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been - Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, |