To hear him nam'd, and cannot come to him,
To wreak the love I bore my [cousin]
Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him!
Lady Capulet. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.
But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
Juliet. And joy comes well in such a [needy] time.
What are [they], I beseech your ladyship?
Lady Capulet. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
Hath [sorted out] a sudden day of joy