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SC. I.
ROMEO AND JULIET
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But, an[C 1] 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.190 Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise: An[C 2] you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; An 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.195 Trust to 't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.[Exit. |
| Jul. | 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;200 Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. |
| Lady Cap. | Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word. Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.[Exit. |
| Jul. | O God!—O nurse! how shall this be prevented?205 My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; 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 stratagem210 Upon so soft a subject as myself!— What say'st thou ? hast thou not a word of joy? Some comfort, nurse. |
