Iul. Speakest thou from thy heart?
Nur. And from my soule too,
Or else beshrew them both
Iul. Amen
Nur. What?
Iul. Well, thou hast comforted me marue'lous much,
Go in, and tell my Lady I am gone,
Hauing displeas'd my Father, to Lawrence Cell,
To make confession, and to be absolu'd
Nur. Marrie I will, and this is wisely done
Iul. Auncient damnation, O most wicked fiend!
It is more sin to wish me thus forsworne,
Or to dispraise my Lord with that same tongue
Which she hath prais'd him with aboue compare,
So many thousand times? Go Counsellor,
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twaine:
Ile to the Frier to know his remedie,
If all else faile, my selfe haue power to die.
Exeunt.
Enter Frier and Countie Paris.
Fri. On Thursday sir? the time is very short
Par. My Father Capulet will haue it so,
And I am nothing slow to slack his hast
Fri. You say you do not know the Ladies mind?
Vneuen is the course, I like it not