GLORIA: Thou hast a careful father,
child: One who, to put thee from thy heaviness, hathsorted out
a sudden day of joy that thou expects nor I looked not for.
Juliet: Madam, in happy time what
day is that?
GLORIA: Marry my child next Thursday
Morn. The gallant, young and noble gentleman, Sir Paris, at Saint
Peter's Church, shall make thee there a joyful bride.
JULIET: What? Now. St. Peter's
Church, and Peter too, he shall not make me there a joyful bride!
GLORIA: Here comes your father,
tell him so yourself.
CAPULET: How now, wife? Have you
delivered to her our decree?
GLORIA: Ay Sir! But she will none,
she gives you thanks. I would the fool were married to her grave.
CAPULET: How? Will she none? Is
she not proud? Doth she not count her blest, unworthy as she is,
that we have wrought so worth a gentleman to be her bride?
JULIET: Not proud you have, but
thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate!
CAPULET: Thanks me no thanking,
nor proud me no prouds, But fettle your joints 'gainst Thursday
next.
JULIET: Hear me with patience.
CAPULET: Speak not, reply not,
do not answer me.
GLORIA: Fie, Fie, are you mad?
CAPULET: Hang thee, young baggage,
disobediant wretch.
NURSE: God in heaven bless her!
You are to blame my lord, to rate her so!
CAPULET: Peace you mumbling fool!
I tell thee what-get thee to church o' Thursday Or never after
look me in the face an you be mine, I give you to my friend. An
you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets, Trust to it.
Bethink you. I'll not be forsworn!
JULIET: 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 in that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
GLORIA: 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? What sayest thou? Hast thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort nurse.
NURSE: Faith, here it is. I think
it best you marry with this Paris. O, he's a lovley gentleman.
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 to him.
JULIET: Speakest thou from thy
heart?
NURSE: And from my soul too. Else
beshrew them both.
JULIET: Amen
NURSE: What?
JULIET: Well, thou hast comforted
me marvelos much. Go in and tell my lady I am gone, having displeased
my father to Father Lawrence to make confesion and be absolved.
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