Nurse. May not one speak?
Capulet.[Peace], you mumbling fool!
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,
For here we need it not.
Lady Capulet.You are too hot.
Capulet. [God's bread!] it makes me mad! Day, night, late, early,
At home, abroad, alone, in company,
Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been
To have her match'd; and having now provided
A gentleman of noble parentage,