Proud can I never be of what I hate,
But thankful even for hate that is meant love.
Capulet. How now, how now, [chop-logic]! 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 [fettle] your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,
To 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!