Have you deliver'd to her our decree?
Lady Capulet. Ay, sir; but [she will none], she gives you thanks.
I would the fool were married to her grave!
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Capulet. Soft! take me with you, [take me with you], wife.
How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?
Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest,
Unworthy as she is, that we have [wrought]
So worthy a gentleman to be her [bridegroom]?
Juliet. Not proud you have, but thankful that you have;