Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's Church, and Peter too,[1098]
He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
I wonder at this haste; that I must wed
Ere he that should be husband comes to woo.[1099]
I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, 120
I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,[1100]
It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
Rather than Paris. These are news indeed![1101]
La. Cap. Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,[1102]
And see how he will take it at your hands.[1103] 125
Enter Capulet and Nurse.[1104]
Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;[1105][1106]
But for the sunset of my brother's son[1105]
It rains downright.[1105][1107]
How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?[1107]
Evermore showering? In one little body[1108] 130
Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind:[1109]
For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,[1110]
Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
Who raging with thy tears, and they with them,[1111] 135
Without a sudden calm will overset
Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife![1112]
Have you deliver'd to her our decree?[1113]
La. Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.[1114]
I would the fool were married to her grave! 140
Cap. Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.
How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?[1115]
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?[1116] 145
Jul. Not proud, you have, but thankful that you have:[1117]
Proud can I never be of what I hate;[1118]
But thankful even for hate that is meant love.[1119]
Cap. How, how! how, how! chop-logic! What is this?[1120]
'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'[1121] 150
And yet 'not proud:' mistress minion, you,[1121][1122]
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,[1123]
To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. 155
Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage![1124][1125]
You tallow-face![1124][1126]
La. Cap. Fie, fie! what, are you mad?
Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
Hear me with patience but to speak a word.