But now I see this one is one too much,
And that we have a curse in having her;
Out on her, [hilding]!
Nurse.God in heaven bless her!
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
Capulet. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,
Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
Nurse. I speak no treason.
Capulet.O, [God ye god-den]!